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Let me say first, we are not swingers or sex freaks or anything like that and we’ve always had a healthy sex life. It’s just after all these years of marriage there’s a need to spice up the marriage bed, so to speak. Lately John and I have introduced some role-playing into our sex life. We talk about different fantasies and desires and then incorporate the scenarios as make believe while we have foreplay. One of our favorites is me telling John I made love to another man. John loves to get down and lick me as I tell him about how the tall dark stranger takes me and how I allow him to use my body for his pleasure. This drives John insane and he usually cums while he licking me, before he gets to be inside me. More than once as we cuddle après sex after playing this game, John will tell me that anytime I want I should go out and have that tall dark stranger and to enjoy him. I always say, ‘We’ll see,’ but I’m only talking, as I could never do that.

You can call it fate or maybe how the stars align, but on one of the few weekends, that my John had to be out of town was when my boss asked for volunteers to rebuild a lost file of great importance. Obviously, I had nothing to do and it just so happened I knew something about the work we were looking for so I said I would help. It was a lot of work and not many people to help and in the end, it was just my boss and I. We finally finished about eight-thirty and my boss offered to buy me dinner. As were in casual clothes he suggested we go to a near-by bar that served good food.

Saturday night unbelievable izle and the place was packed, we sat down for a cocktail while we waited for a table and then we had another before we were seated. I knew I shouldn’t have had two drinks on an empty stomach and now I had a real glow on. During a surprisingly good meal, we chatted about anything but work. During a lapse in conversation, I looked up to see James looking at me intently. He reached over and put his hand on mine,

“I know I’m out of place here but I have to tell you I’ve had the hots for you for a long time.”

I blushed bright red but too drunk to think, I just giggled and said,

“It’s funny but my husband and I play a game where I sleep with another man and I always imagine you as the other guy.”

I put my hand over my face,

“Did I just say that out loud, oh my god that is so embarrassing.”

The mood was broken so he paid the check and we walked out to his car. I thought he went to my side to open the door for me but instead he gently pushed me up against his car and kissed me not lightly but with passion. It was not like a kiss between a husband and wife who have been married for so long that kisses are almost as handshakes. This kiss was hot and I could feel it all the way down to between my legs. He broke the kiss but held his head close to mine. He put his lips to my ear and whispered,

“Laura, come home with me I want to make your fantasy a reality. This may be our only chance, so don’t uncoupled izle think just act.”

And I did, as I just nodded without speaking. We drove in silence as my mind raced a mile a minute, could this be the end of my marriage. Even I knew fantasy is far different from reality and yet somehow I felt as if I was doing as John wanted. He stopped at a liquor store and I remember thinking that I’d already had all the alcohol I could handle but when he came out he was only carrying a small bag I realized it contained condoms.

He held my hand as we walked to his apartment and I felt as nervous as I did when I lost my virginity. Once inside he kissed me and I kissed him back, then he held me at arm’s length,

“Laura, I don’t want to force you into anything you’re not comfortable with, if I go too far, just let me know and we’ll stop.”

I kissed him again for my answer and although I was nervous I was not about to back down now.

James pulled my sweatshirt over my head and I thought it cute that he couldn’t unsnap my bra. His mouth on my breasts was so very erotic, maybe because John no longer bothered with them. We sat on his couch and I ran my fingers through his hair as I watched him kiss and suck my breasts. He took my hand and led me to his bedroom and I watched him undress. I was anxious to see his penis, the first I’d seen up close other than my husband’s since I’d married.

I guess to be a good story I should say it was huge and that he had a he-man’s body but actually unpaused naya safar izle both his penis and his body were very much like my husband’s. He retrieved the condoms and I asked if I could put it on him as that was something I’d never done. Believe me girls it’s not as easy as it looks and we were laughing so much he actually went soft. I told him to relax and I’d take care of him, now I was going to put him in my mouth but once that rubber was on there was no way I was taking it off. I was afraid of maybe putting a hole in it if I sucked him with it on, so I changed tactics.

We lie on the bed together and I began kissing him, I rubbed my hand through his chest hair and with the other, I held his penis. It didn’t take long for him to get hard and soon he rolled me over on my back and then he mounted me and he slipped into me easily. He was good but not great and although just the thought of actually having sex with someone other than my husband was exciting I didn’t orgasm. Still I enjoyed it when he came and later when he pulled out of me I really appreciated the rubber containing his mess.

In the end, it was just like my marriage as he soon fell asleep and then I did too. In the morning, we did it again and by then even the newness was gone and it was almost disappointing. I showered while he fixed breakfast and as we ate, we found we had run out of things to say.

He took me back to my car and before I got out, I told him I had enjoyed what we did but that I could never do it again, because of what it might do to my marriage. When I got home, there were three messages on our phone and I was glad I remembered to shut off my cell. When the phone rang again I picked up and assured my husband that I was OK and when I asked me what I’d been doing I teased,

“You’re just going to have to wait until I get you naked and in bed to find that out.”

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The Sequel

After I wrote “Name That Dick” (published in the “Loving Wives” section August 29, 2012) a couple of years ago, I couldn’t get that slut Jill out of my mind. Shortly after writing it I really wished I hadn’t because it opened up a whole can of worms. Instead of weekly, I now thought about her hourly. I realized that every woman I was with after Jill I was measuring against her. They all came up short.

By now I had been out of college about four years and had a decent job, and good computer skills.

Since I had no serious relationship at the time, I decided to go for broke. I had two weeks vacation coming, and instead of going to Club Med or some such shit, I decided to find Jill, and see where that took me. I did a number of Internet searches and in checking court records found that she and Coach K had been granted a divorce about six months ago. To my surprise the court papers had her address on them.

I made a three day reservation at a resort near the town she lived in, and on the first day of my vacation, a Saturday, I made the two hour drive. I waited outside her garden apartment building until about noon, when I saw her leave.

I almost didn’t recognize her because she didn’t have that ugly frizzy hair she used to, and had little makeup on. She had dyed her hair blond – which worked well with her deep blue eyes – and it was shoulder length and combed nicely. Her only makeup was a little light blue eye shadow, and light lipstick. What tipped it off that it was her was that she still dressed like a slut and those skinny legs were very visible extending below her short skirt. Also highly visible were her great ass and large tits. Her body didn’t seem to have changed at all in the five years since I saw her last, although now she was probably about 40 (I am 26).

I couldn’t believe my reaction when I saw her. I got an instant hard-on, and my face became flushed. I apparently had it real bad for this slender-legged cockhound.

I followed her to the local grocery store – perfect. I entered a few minutes after she did, and when I made sure she was coming up one aisle, I went into the far end of it and started inspecting items on the shelf. I wanted her to recognize me rather than vice versa, if possible. I wore a T-shirt with my old college’s name and logo on the sleeve and front to make it easier.

When she got close to me with her shopping cart I saw her stop, and with my peripheral vision was sure she was looking at me. I then turned toward her holding a can of something in my hand, like I was going to walk past her, and when our eyes met she said “Scott, that is you, isn’t it?” I pretended to not know who she was for a few seconds, and then said “Jill! My God, you look fabulous! How are you?”

She gave me a big smiling hug and we started to chat. I asked how Coach K was, and she said she didn’t know because they were divorced. Rather than saying “I’m sorry to hear that” I said “Are you living alone now?” When she coyly said “yes”, I told her I was in town for a long weekend at the local resort and wondered if she was free to join me for dinner and dancing. When she quickly taksim escort consented, I asked for her phone number and address (both of which I already had) and told her I’d pick her up at 7. We hugged goodbye, I went and paid for the few fake items I had put in my hand basket, and put them in the food bank donation basket when I exited.

Seven o’clock couldn’t come soon enough. When I picked her up, Jill was wearing a dynamite low cut sleeveless blue cotton dress hemmed just above the knee with matching sky blue Topaz stud earrings, necklace, and wrist and ankle bracelets, and four inch matching high heels. Again she had only a light coating of blue eye shadow and just a little lipstick highlighting her cute face. Her hair was nicely combed. I truthfully said “WOW, you are a total knockout”, which elicited a big smile and “Thank you.”

We went to dinner at the best smart casual restaurant in the area. During dinner we talked about everything except sex. I was actually shocked to find out that she was very intelligent, well read, funny, and forthright. I had always looked upon her as a sex object, but found out that she had a complex personality that was fun to explore, making her even more attractive to me.

After a great meal we went dancing. There, some of the animal in her came out. Every guy in the place was staring at her as she moved her hips seemingly detached from the rest of her body, shook her world class ass, and often ran her hands down the sides of her dress and occasionally lifted the hem a few inches. Some drunks tried grab ass, but I would have none of it. She seemed to REALLY like me putting them in their place, and once it was clear she didn’t need to worry about unwanted contact, she started gyrating even more.

During the last, slow, dance I occasionally lifted her off the ground and held her tight. (Slow dancing wasn’t too easy since I was thirteen inches taller and 110 pounds heavier than the 5’4″, 115 pound Jill). I drove her back to her place; on the way I asked if she wanted to come back to my hotel with me. She said no, but why didn’t I pick her up about ten the next morning to go apple picking, and swimming at a local quarry. We had a short but sweet kiss good night. I went home happy to have had such a wonderful evening, but disappointed I wouldn’t be getting a taste of her luscious cunt that night.

I couldn’t sleep at all. I thought of nothing except how great the sex with Jill had been five years ago, how pleased I was at the depth of her personality, how fantastic her tits and ass looked, how cute she was, how much fun she was to be with, and where things were going. I finally nodded off slightly to be awakened at 4 a.m. by a knock at the door “Scott, Scott, it’s Jill. Open up.”

I got out of bed, naked, and groggy, and opened the door. Jill walked in with a small suitcase, wearing a raincoat, closed the door, looked me in the eye and said “I couldn’t sleep thinking about fucking you, so I thought I might as well actually do it so maybe I could get some rest then.”

My dick immediately came to attention. I helped her off with topkapı escort her raincoat – she was naked underneath – and told her that she was even sexier now than she was five years ago. I was now wide awake. I picked her up and carried her to the bed. Fortunately a small amount of blood remained in my brain (the rest had rushed to my penis), enough to allow me to think long term. I brilliantly said “Jill, I’m not going to fuck you tonight. But I will make love to you, and then fuck you tomorrow.”

With that comment, her big blue eyes sparkled and grew to double their normal size. I nuzzled up to her and gently starting kissing her lips, neck, shoulders and breasts. While it took every ounce of willpower I had to not ravage her, I slowly massaged her big soft breasts, then loin, then together. When I ate her, it was slowly and delicately, not ravenously. I found and tenderly massaged her G-spot. I must have done something right, because she orgasmed just as intensely as I had remembered from the last time. Then she grabbed my cock and moved it to her slit. Her cunt was just as snug as I had recalled it to be, and I took several minutes gently penetrating, then partly withdrawing, and then penetrating a little more. When completely buried, in the missionary position, I slowly rocked back and forth. She timed her pelvic thrusts to my rocking. The whole time I was rubbing her tits, sides, and neck and whispering into her ear how fantastic she was. But it got to the point that neither of us could play nice anymore, and I banged her hard as she screamed and we came in rapid succession. I blew the largest load I had since the last time we mated and she worked her pelvis trying to get every last drop.

As we fell asleep in each other’s arms, she whispered “That was the best I’ve been treated since I can remember. But you promised that tomorrow you’d fuck me, and I’ll hold you to that.”

Boy did she!

When we woke up about eight a. m. she was ready to go. She sucked, tongued, and massaged my cock and balls with a vengeance. Then she started her patented pussy lip slide over my shaft. It was like her pussy lips were massaging fingers. It drove me stark raving nuts! While she continued her oral attack on my private parts she moved her pussy lips off my shaft and over my face. I unfurled every craggy crevice with my tongue or fingers, licking and slurping like I was dying of thirst and trying to suck he nectar out of a peach. I then assailed her clit, again found her G-spot, turned her over, and unrelentingly and simultaneously stroked her clit and G-spot until she was crying for mercy. Only when I was sure her orgasms had bottomed out, did I dick her.

Sitting on the edge of the bed I lifted her up so that she was facing away from me with her ass on my thighs. I shoved my cock as far up her vagina as it would go, and then vigorously moved my pelvis up and down while holding onto both of her giant orbs and biting the back of her neck. After another loud and definitive climax from her I spewed a colossal charge of semen into her tight cunt. When my balls were drained, I continued tesettürlü escort to play with her tits and bite her neck. I eventually lifted her off of me and sucked her nipples while rubbing her slender cum coated thighs with one hand, and rubbing the back of her neck with the other.

When she gained enough composure to speak she said “That’s what I call a fuck.” I replied “The best one I’ve had since ‘Name That Dick'”, evoking a loud guffaw from Jill. I told her that the proudest moment in my life was when I sent her out of the hotel room bowlegged. She pretended to be insulted, playfully hitting me and saying “What did you expect me to do with cum cascading down my thighs like a waterfall. My pussy ached and was sore for three days afterward.” But I could tell that she loved my comment and it evoked a wonderful memory.

After a great day apple picking, swimming, and tooling around in perfect weather, we had a light dinner (I told her I needed to eat light because I fuck better hungry) and then went back to my hotel room and got it on like a couple of minks, including in the hotel hot tub in the wee hours of the morning. She took the day off work Monday, and we continued our fuck fest first at the hotel and then at her apartment.

I stayed at her apartment the last eleven days of my vacation. When she was at work I would weight lift, go kayaking and/or fishing, and play some hoops at a local gym. After work every day she would come home to the great meal I had prepared for her, we would go to a sports or cultural event, or play cards or go bowling with her friends, and then come home and fuck each other senseless.

She was my dream woman except for her skinny legs. However, I even started to love them. My epiphany came when she came home for lunch one day, ripped my shorts down as soon as she got in the door, pulled her panties off, grabbed my neck with her arms, and clamped her stick thighs on my hips. I nailed her against the door. Her thighs were clamped on to me so tightly I didn’t have to support her weight with my arms, allowing me to put my hands on the door and giving me leverage to really thwack her good. Her thighs may have been stick-like, but they worked great!

During our many conversations, I found out that Coach K’s idea to have Jill play “Name That Dick” turned out badly for him. She also said that without Coach K’s knowledge she fixed the contest to be sure she would get me, but refused to tell me how she accomplished that, saying with a diabolical laugh “A girl has to have some secrets.” Since that fateful day she thought about me as much as I had about her, and she lost interest in Coach K and moved out. She was thinking about looking me up when she happened upon me at the grocery store. After she told me that, I confessed that I had tracked her down, which made her blush and extremely happy.

By the time my vacation was up, she was responsible for at least the twenty five best fucks that I ever had in my life. Since we are only a two hour drive apart, we plan on either her coming to see me or me coming to see her every weekend. I can only imagine how great the sex will be after we are apart for five days. If that isn’t enough to think about, as I was sitting in the car getting ready to leave the last Sunday evening of my vacation she tongued my ear and said “Be prepared to stick it up my ass the next time we meet”, then shook and slapped her consummate bikini clad butt as she sauntered away.

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This story is for ADULT amusement only. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are insulted by sexually explicit subject matter or language and incest, DO NOT read this!

This story is a work of fiction about incest! It is not real! All characters and events portrayed in it are imaginary, and any similarity to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author does not condone or endorse incest in any way, shape or form!

DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!

This story may not be reproduced in any form without the permission of the author.

Copyright © 2008 L.A.Wicker. All rights reserved.

*

It was just under two weeks ago, when Tommy walked into the apartment and knew Mom needed some help with her depression, before things got any worse than they already were. It looked like Mom hadn’t cleaned the place in months and she wasn’t showing any signs of getting better. Tommy’s Dad passed away over a year ago and poor Mom didn’t take it very well.

“Mom, are you here?” Tommy yelled and started walking through the big apartment and he found her still in bed. “Hey, are you going sleep all day or get up and visit with me?” he asked with a smile, as she sat up and rubbed her eyes.

Paige was a pretty woman, but over the last year, she had really let herself go. She was five-foot seven-inches and weighed about one hundred, twenty-five pounds. Her skin was pale-while, her hair was dark-brown, naturally curly and it went to the middle of her back. But today, it was dirty and looked as if it hadn’t been washed in weeks.

“Mom, you look like shit!” Tommy growled at her and he was pissed-off. “When was the last time you had a shower? You really need to stop this shit, Mom!” he said with degust in his voice, knowing that Dad would have slapped her ass for this kind of shit and Tommy was thinking about doing the same thing to her.

“Damn, would you stop yelling at me…I can’t help it,” she sniffed and started to cry. “I don’t have a reason to live anymore. Your Dad is gone and…you left me too,” she lightly cried and Tommy quickly sat beside her.

“I know you’re hurting Mom, but Dad wouldn’t want this. He told us not to be sad for him and to go on with our lives, but you’re not and you’re getting worse.”

“I’m just so lonely and um…I don’t have anyone to hold or love me,” she said in return and tears of hurt ran down her forty-year-old face.

He held Mom and knew he wasn’t going back to Spain or to college. Mom needed him more and it was his duty as a son to help her. “I’m moving back to London so I can help you and we’re getting you to a doctor…today. I’m sure that they can give you something to help with this and you’ll have me around to slap your ass, if you screw up!” Tommy laughed and Mom snuggled against him.

“You can’t just leave school for me and give up your life for me. What would your father say about that?” Paige asked as she looked up to his gorgeous face and her heart skipped a beat.

Tommy was tall, dark curly hair like hers and sexy, bedroom eyes. He was muscular from many hours in the gym and playing rugby for the last ten years. Tommy did not have any problems finding a date or getting laid.

“To tell you the truth…he would kick my ass, for letting you get this way! So, you’re going to shower, prettying yourself up and I’m getting you to a doctor. Do you understand?” he said with a firm voice and Tommy knew he was taking over her life.

Paige hung her head and felt so bad. She knew that Tommy was right about this and something did need done. “You’re right and I’ll do anything to start being ‘normal’ again. I miss us hanging out together and going for our walks. I really enjoyed being with you and when you left me…” Paige stopped to sniff and gave her eyes a fast wipe. “It felt like…like…you…died too!” she cried harder and fell against Tommy, knowing that he could ease her pain and make her better, he always did.

He grabbed Mom and pulled her fragile, sexy body, on his lap and he hugged. “Don’t cry Mom, I’m back and I promise never to leave you again.” Tommy whispered to his Mom, as he gently rocked her in his arms.

“That would be so nice! I hate being alone.” Paige replied as the tears continued to pure from her big, brown eyes and she was feeling better already. “Let me shower and pretty myself up for my ‘new’ man and we’ll go tour the town, ok?” she smiled and leaned to kiss Tommy on the lips.

“That sounds good to me and I want you looking hot as fuck, ok?”

She gave his arm a playful slap and was shocked by her son’s words. “You dirty mouth boy! Saying such words to your mother!” she teased and Paige always did love the way he talked and treated her. It was more like she was his woman and not his Mom. “I’ll look good and sexy for you handsome, don’t worry.” Paige said as she kissed him again, but this time, Tommy kissed her back and she liked it. “Mmmm, you’re going to um…spoil me,” she softly purred and felt one of beylikdüzü escort his big hands, on her butt and it made her very lonely pussy, tingle.

“I’ll do anything it takes, Mom.” Tommy replied as he carefully wiped a tear from her face, hoping that she could pull herself together and get on with her life. Mom was a babe and this was a waste. “On second thought…find a tight pair of your jeans and after the doctor, we’ll go walking.” Tommy said as he thought of Mom’s cute, size four ass shoved into a pair of skin-tight jeans and how great she looked.

“You still love looking at my ass, do you? You do know that it’s not normal for a son to check out his Mom’s ass.” Paige said with her normal, soft and calming voice, as Tommy continued to rub her butt and her pussy tingled more.

He smiled and kept caressing her tiny ass. “You’re not a typical Mom, you’re hot lady! But, if you want, I could stop looking.”

“Don’t you dare! I like it,” she smiled at him and Paige felt like she was floating on air.

“Well good, cuz I love looking!” he laughed and moved from Mom’s bed. “Come on, get cleaned up and I’ll go work on cleaning up the apartment!” Tommy said as he tapped his foot on the floor and he gave her a stern look.

“I’m sorry about the mess, but I didn’t feel like doing crap around here.” Paige laughed as she slid from the bed and Tommy pulled her into his arms.

She wasn’t sure, but Paige could swear that Tommy was sporting a massive boner and if he was, it was for her. Paige knew that it was wrong, but it felt so good against her thigh and it made her feel like a woman again.

He pulled Mom close and Tommy didn’t realize that he was hard, until it was too late and that Mom was practically naked. His hands were on her butt, enjoying her delicate panties against his fingers and Mom’s warm flesh under them. “Mmmm, you’re going to spoil me too! You should know how much I ‘love’ older women,” he moaned and had to get away from Mom. He was already so fucking hard and she was just making it worse.

Paige loved feeling her son’s cock on her and against her thigh. “I know all about you and ‘most’ of my friends getting nasty together!” she laughed, thinking of all the wonderful things that she had heard about her son, Tommy and the pleasures he could give a lonely woman.

“You may be my son, but…” Paige whispered and she had a great idea. But now, she had to pray that Tommy liked it too. “From now on…I’m thinking of you as my ‘new’ man and it’ll my job to keep you happy too,” she smiled, pressed her hips closer to his and felt Tommy flex his stiff cock.

Tommy loved what Mom said, but she couldn’t spoil him the way he liked. He loved to be spoiled with a sloppy blowjob and a good, long fuck. “And how do you propose to do that?” he laughed, gave Mom a soft kiss on her lips and she softly moaned.

“I guess you’ll have to wait and see.” Paige said with a smile.

“Ok, I’m going to go clean.” Tommy said as he left her room and started towards the front of the apartment.

He walked into the messy living room and Tommy still could not believe Mom let things get this bad. “I’m home now and things are going to be a lot different now,” he mumbled and thought of how great it was holding Mom the way he just had. “Damn, she is going to kill me!” he said and started picking up all of the food wrappers and dumping ashtrays.

*.

That was almost two weeks ago and Tommy noticed Mom getting better with each passing day, but there was something very, very different about her. It was as if, Mom was coming on to him and he wasn’t sure of what to do about it. “Holy shit, you look fucking awesome, Mom!” he gasped and his cock started growing.

Mom fixed her hair into a ponytail, making her look even younger and her makeup was applied perfectly. She was wearing blue eye shadow; her lips were soft pink and a tiny white tee shirt, covered her C cup breasts. Mom’s nipples were dark-brown, hard and they were begging for love. She had on the tightest pair of tight jeans that Tommy had ever seen and Mom looked hot as hell.

“I’m glad that you approve!” she teased as her son’s eyes roamed over every, single inch of her body and Paige could easily see a massive hump in the front of Tommy’s jeans.

“Oh yes, I approve alright!” Tommy said with a long sigh, wishing that she wasn’t his Mom and he saw her looking down to his cock. He would do just about anything to get her into bed and make love to her, but she was the woman who gave him life. “Well, if you were one of my dates…we’d just go up to my room and um…” he said with a wide grin as Mom walked to him and pressed her body to his.

She smiled and Paige had never felt so good in her life, but her feelings and newfound inspiration was because of her handsome son. “Ha, ha, ha, oh really now? I’m sure that we would end up on the six o’clock news, as perverts and we’d end up in jail! Thank you, but beyoğlu escort I think we’ll pass on that!” she laughed and hugged him tight, wishing he could make love to her with his big, long cock and end her loneliness.

He caressed her face with his right hand and his left hand found Mom’s sexy ass. “As pretty as you are Mom…I’d be willing to take a chance,” he said and slowly leaned forward, kissed her dead on the lips and Tommy flexed his hard cock.

“Come on, let’s get going and out in the sun! It’s a beautiful spring day and I want to go and enjoy it with you,” she said with her normal soft voice and hated to move from him, but Paige had to get away from Tommy.

“Ok, but if you change your mind…you know where I live!” he laughed and gave Mom’s left ass-cheek a playful slap.

She had him and had a good idea that Tommy was not kidding. ‘I wish I could love you the way you want, baby, but we could get into so much trouble,’ she thought as they looked into each other’s eyes and it was taking all of her strength to resist her son.

His big hand slapped her ass and Paige wanted to cum all over him. “Get going or my foot is going up your ass, buster!” Paige said, rubbing her butt and trying to sound mean, but it didn’t work. Her voice was soft and very sweet.

“Ok, don’t get your panties in a knot!”

“I can’t do that right now…I’m not wearing any today!”Paige said with a wide grin and loved the painful look on her son’s face.

He heard Mom and Tommy loved the way that she was changing, but it was getting so hard to try and resist his feelings for her. “Thanks for sharing that, lady. Now I get to think about that all freakin’ day!” Tommy laughed as they headed for the door and outside. “Ahhh, the sun feels so good!” he moaned and enjoyed the warm sun shining down on him.

“See, I told you that we’d have more fun outside!” Paige smiled and her body was craving Tommy more than ever, but they couldn’t and it was killing her. “Let’s go down to the river and walk around. We can get a couple of drinks and find a nice place to be alone,” she smiled and wanted to slip her hand over Tommy’s big cock, but she couldn’t, he was her son.

Tommy could sense that something was up with Mom, but he wasn’t going to say anything to her and fuck things up. He loved the way she was acting and flirting with him the last week. It was as if, Mom was trying to fuck him and she was keeping him hard day and night.

He slipped his hands around her back and right on Mom’s ass. “Cool, can we make out too?” Tommy asked with a lift of his left eyebrow and Mom cracked a little smile.

“Behave or I’ll be forced to ground you to your room!” she laughed as they walked the three short blocks to the river front, bought two drinks and Paige followed her son into a large, clump of bushes and they came out at the river’s edge. “Oh how nice!” Paige gasped at the view of the river and she couldn’t help but wonder how many women her son brought here.

“I know, this is where I came when Dad passed away and you’re the only person that knows about it.” Tommy said as he turned and saw two tiny tears, running down Mom’s face and he quickly pulled her into his arms. “Why are you crying now, lady?” he teased caressing her back and rocking back and forth.

“That is so sweet and I thought this is where you’ve bagged a few girls!” Paige laughed and sat down on the cool grass, enjoying the warm sun and a handsome man flirting with her.

He laughed and sat down with her. “Nah, that’s the next bush over!” Tommy said and they laughed harder, until Mom fell against Tommy and she laid her upper body, over his lap. He looked down at Mom and her nipples looked as if they were going to explode and his cock started growing under her. “If you feel something stabbing you in the back…I’m sorry,” he said with a pain-filled face, but Mom just smiled in return.

“I’ve heard that you’re bigger than your Dad was.” Paige smiled, thinking of him being inside her and loving her long into the dark night.

Tommy just leaned back on his elbows and Mom turned on her side, placing her breasts, only inches away from his swollen cock. “I’m not sure about that, but two ladies I had the pleasure of being with, said I had him beat by a few inches,” he said with pride in his voice and watched Mom take a breath in.

“Mmmm, I bet the ladies just love you to death!” Paige said, as she looked deep into her son’s eyes, wishing that he would make a move on her, but maybe he didn’t have the same feelings. Maybe she was just a pervert, but then, he reached over and started caressing her hip.

Tommy smiled bigger and replied. “I haven’t gotten any complaints yet,” he said and patted her on the ass.

“Your father never did and he sure could make them squeal!” Paige said as she thought of all the wonderful times that he had her orgasm for hours and hours. “Me included!” she added with a smile and Paige could bizimkent escort see his cock growing in his pants.

“I’ve had my share of moaning, squealing and screaming.”

She smiled and looked straight to his swollen member. “I bet my ass that you’ve heard lots of that and will the rest of your life.” Paige said and her pussy was tingling and burning like crazy, but she felt sad.

“Why the sad look, babe?” he asked and turned to lay next to Mom on the grass, moving as close to her as he could get and Tommy reached his left hand back to Mom’s ass.

She loved how quickly Tommy moved to hug her and Paige hoped he would make a move. “I’m just sad that I won’t be moaning, squealing or screaming anymore,” she laughed, but it was more of a painful laugh.

Tommy wasn’t sure of what to say or do for Mom, so he hugged her tighter. “Don’t be sad, Mom, you never know, you might get lucky and find a guy,” he said and Mom quickly made a sour face.

“What other man could please me, after being with a man that was the size of your father?”

Tommy knew the answer to that, but she was his Mom and even though she had been coming on to him, she was still his Mom and he couldn’t do that or could he? Tommy hugged her and looked deep into her pretty eyes, wondering if he could or not. The poor thing needed some love and Tommy could tell that Mom wanted him.

“I know someone that could, but…um.”

Paige started chewing her lower lip and her pussy, instantly caught on fire. “Ahhh, you nasty, nasty man, thinking something as…nasty and perverted as that!” she smiled, but loved what her son had just said to her and she leaned to his mouth. “But.” Paige moaned and squeezed Tommy. “It does sound so…tempting, doesn’t it?” she purred and lightly nibbled her son’s lower lip.

He kissed Mom and started rubbing his hands all over her ass. “Yes it does and remember we are over twenty-one.” Tommy whispered as they lightly kissed and he enjoyed his mother’s sweet lips against his.

“Yes we are, but…that would be something that could really fuck up a person’s life and it would require a lot of heavy thought.” Paige replied as she ran her fingers through his hair and could feel Tommy’s cock on her pussy.

Tommy just caressed her ass and he kissed Mom again, but this time, it was a lover’s kiss and it was deep. “I know, but it did sound good and you liked it too.”

“Yes, I love the thought of having my baby back inside me, but the world around us thinks that it’s wrong and it is one of the dirtiest words there is. Incest is against the law and it could mean going to jail.” Paige said, but she thought it was a crock of shit. She wanted him and hoped her son would just take her.

“It’s just a dumb law that needs changed. People all over the world know that the bond between a mother and her son is a powerful thing.” Tommy said as he grabbed Mom’s butt and pulled her completely against him.

“Mmmm, it’s that and lot’s of love thrown in too.” Paige smiled and her hopes of Tommy making a move on her were getting better. “Do you think that you could love me afterwards?” she asked and Paige saw his face drop.

“Yes, how could you ask something so crazy, Mom? I love you as my Mom and…a beautiful woman that I would love to be with and that will ‘never’ change either!” Tommy said as he nibbled her lips and continued to rub deep into Mom’s ass-crack.

“I know you would now, but trust me, you may not afterwards and I couldn’t lose my guy. If I ever lost you, baby, I would die and I mean it.” Paige said with sadness, as she moved on top of him and made sure that her hips were pressed completely Tommy’s, hoping he would feel her heat and take her.

His young, stiff cock felt like a piece of steel and it took her breath away. He was well over ten, long tens and very thick. Paige smiled and gently pushed her hips to him, as if to offer herself.

Tommy could not believe how hot Mom was and he knew that she was his for the taking. “You’ll never lose me, Mom. I promise.” Tommy said with a low, manly voice and he pulled Mom’s mouth to his. He softly kissed her again, while his hands held her size four butt and he smashed her into his swollen cock.

“Tommy, I want you to think very carefully before things go any farther and all that could happen, do you understand me?” she said with a motherly voice and Paige truly hoped that this wasn’t going to fuck up their lives forever.

“I understand, Mom and I will.”

Paige was slowly and methodically being seduced by her son and she loved it. She thought of the many times she made love with her late husband and not one came close to this. “I’m starting to understand how you so, easily seduced most of my friends and I must say…” Paige moaned as Tommy squeezed her cheeks again and his cock smashed against her pussy. “I’m enjoying it very much,” she purred into his mouth and Paige wanted to crawl inside him. She needed to be with him in the worse way, but she wanted this decision to be his and his only.

He squeezed Mom’s ass and he loved the look on her pretty face. “I only used them to practice for someone very special, Mom and they did teach me a lot of very nice things.” Tommy smiled and his hands started roaming all over Mom’s ass, including her deep ass-crack and he softly kissed her.

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(((I didn’t like the original ending, so I decided to do a new separate one! So here is the start of an alternate ending! You can choose the one you like! :p – Rob )))

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It had been three days since Spider slept with Claudia. He had only told Nile about it and Nile had told him off. Now Nick was ready to return to the school and Spider, being the closest to his house, had been volunteered to walk him in. The say before he was returning Spider called round, just to see if he was okay. Nick was on the sofa watching a talk show when Spider called round. His stomach tightened with both uncertainty and lust when the black haired boy let himself in and sat next to him, giving him a hug as a way of hello.

“You sure you’re ready for going back tomorrow?” Spider said.

“Yeah, I have to face up to the fact my brothers gone sometime.” Nick shrugged. “I just am a bit upset that I believed his lies.”

“Don’t think like that.” Spider stroked his hair. “That isn’t god. Just remember the good times.” Nick nodded and offered Spider a drink. He accepted and they went into the kitchen. While the kettle boiled they stood in a happy silence. Nick’s slim neck tormented Spider and before he knew it he was kissing it lightly. Nick tilted his head further and soon Spider had bent him over the work surface and was rubbing against him as he nibbled on that milky white neck. Nick giggled and pushed him away, pouring the boiling water in the cup. Spider worried his lip and knew he had to tell Nick about Claudia.

“Um. Nick.” Spider said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah?” Nick looked round.

“I … er… well. I slept with Clau.” Spider frowned.

“What?!” Nick’s jaw dropped and he looked at Spider, stunned.

“Hah, yeah.” Spider chewed on a nail nervously.

“And you’re here, grinding against me and then you come out with that? You’re fucking unbelievable Jason.” Nick snapped. “Get the fuck out of my house.” Nick stormed out of the room and headed to his bedroom.

“No Nick! It isn’t like that! I mean, it was…I … just listen to me!” Spider ran after him, he managed to get in Nick’s room before the door slammed shut. “Nick.”

“Fuck off. I am sick of your mind games.” Nick growled, his voice wavered and Spider knew he was hurting. He looked at the red head that was staring out of his window taksim escort with his arms folded across his chest. Spider went over and wrapped his arms around Nick, who tightened. He began to kiss his neck again, soft, tender kisses that tried to convey how sorry he was. Nick began to relax and Spider began to kiss up his neck, along his jaw before he began to kiss those plump red lips. They kissed softly for what seemed like an eternity then Spider began to undress Nick, he stroked his chest and cupped his ass. Nick removed Spider’s clothes and they stood together, skin against skin. Spider gently worked a finger into Nick, preparing him for what he was going to do. Nick relaxed and leant his head on Spiders chest. Spider thrust up into Nick hard, the smaller boy cried out against his chest, his hands resting on Spider’s pectoral muscles. The feeling of Spider’s thick cock stretching him again made Nick forget about everything else. He moaned as the pleasure rippled through him and kisses rained down on his soft neck. Spider watched as Nick moved with his thrusts, his eyelids heavy and that perfect mouth open slightly. He smiled to himself and pressed closer to him. Nick slid his arms around Spider’s neck and leant his head back on the wall. Spider kissed his neck softly in contrast to his hard thrusting. Nick’s own cock was rock hard and pressed between them both. Spider lifted Nick and took him over to the bed. He pulled Nick’s legs up to his shoulders and slid in deeper. Nick gasped then relaxed, his body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat and he’d totally forgot about his anger at Spider sleeping with Claudia. He opened his eyes and looked up at Spider who was thrusting into him, he looked at his hips, that tuft of pubic hair, up his toned body, along his muscular arms that were supporting him above him and to that gorgeous face. Spider smiled at him and Nick felt himself blush. Spider chuckled and leant down to kiss him, he stroked his face with one hand and Nick felt his orgasm building, he squirmed and began to gasp. Spider took his cock in his hand and began to stroke it in time with his thrusts. Nick’s back arched and he called out as he came over Spider’s hand and his stomach. Spider felt his body tighten and spasm and sped up his thrusts. Nick watched his face when he came inside topkapı escort him. Spider kissed Nick gently and pulled out. He lay on his side and took Nick into his arms. Nick rested on his chest and let out a satisfied yawn. Spider ran his hand up and down his back as he fell into a doze.

Nick woke with Spider nuzzled into the back of his head. He stretched and felt Spider’s arms tighten; he nuzzled closer and sighed happily. Nick smiled to himself and turned to face him.

“Hey.” Nick said softly.

“Hey gorgeous.” Spider kissed him softly.

“We should talk.” Nick looked away from him.

“Uh.” Spider nodded. “Yeah if you want. About…?”

“About whatever situation we’re in.” Nick sighed. Spider ran his hand over Nick’s side and waited for him to go on. “You’re going to have to talk too y’know?”

“Yeah I know, it’s just hard to concentrate with you being naked and all.” Spider purred and kissed down his neck. Nick enjoyed the kisses for a while before pushing him off and getting out of bed.

“We’re not having sex.” Nick frowned.

“Oh yes we are.” Spider grabbed him and wrestled him back into the bed. Nick protested but soon was giggling along with Spider who was tickling him. Spider pushed him onto his belly and kissed down his back slowly, inhaling the scent of his skin, the softness and the way it reacted when his lips touched. He rubbed his hands down Nick’s back and softly massaged him. When he reached his pert ass he gently lifted it so it was in the air. He then began to kiss the firm cheeks slowly, feeling his cock begin to swell as he did so. Then he gently spread them so he could see that delicious hole that he’d been in the night before. He softly kissed a trail to it and heard Nick whimper gently. He reached round and found Nick’s cock hard and leaking already. He smiled to himself then very gently began to drag his tongue over his opening. Nick moaned softly as Spider’s tongue circled round the rim, softly applying pressure so it would gently slide into his body. He heard Spider moan behind him and moaned himself to reassure him. After Spider deliciously tortured Nick for a while he began to kiss back up his back, nipping softly as he did so, when he was almost at his neck he positioned his cock at the entrance to his body and began tesettürlü escort to push into the loosened hole. He was delighted when Nick pushed back, taking all of him in. “Oooh you want this?” Spider murmured, his voice thick with lust.

“Oh yeah.” Nick nodded, his red hair flopping over his face.

“Oh god, I’m not going to last long.” Spider moaned. “You taste so good.”

“Oh it felt so good.” Nick bucked back onto him, he felt Spider do a few fast thrusts and call out, as soon as Spider’s hand touched his cock he came onto the bed sheets. Nick collapsed down with Spider on top of him, breathing heavily in his ear and snuggling close. “We still need to talk.” Nick mumbled. Spider sighed and pulled out of Nick. He sat with his back to the headboard and tugged Nick up to him so they were sitting together. Spider slid an arm around him.

“Talk.” Spider kissed the top of his head, his heart still racing.

“Why did you sleep with her?” Nick asked.

“Oh I don’t know. Well. I do. But… I was confused and she’s always had a thing for me. It was so easy.” Spider told him.

“What is sex with me?” Nick looked worried.

“It’s not just sex.” Spider frowned.

“Then what is it?” Nick looked at him and saw him look away, he knew Spider wasn’t good at this and got embarrassed. “Spider I need to know — I need to know what is going on in my life and at the moment I am so torn between feelings and confusion. It isn’t fair.” Spider grunted and got off the bed, pulling on his jeans.

“I need to smoke.” He said bluntly.

“No. We need to talk.” Nick frowned.

“I…I can’t. It’s hard.” Spider snorted his frustration.

“Well you’re just going to have too!” Nick snapped and got out of the bed, pulling on a shirt and his jeans. “What is it you want to say? That fucking Claudia made you realise you’re not gay but you’ll still fuck me cos it’s easy? Or that everything we’ve done has been a mistake and we’ll never talk about it again? Cos if that’s it then it’s fine, I just need to know so I don’t feel like I am dying inside every day!” Nick’s voice cracked and he felt a tear escape his eye. He swiped at it angrily and looked at Spider who was looking at him.

“I slept with Claudia to see if I was gay.” Spider said softly. “I know that sounds kinda weird but I had to know.” He stepped towards Nick and tentatively reached out but Nick just scowled, tears flowing freely now. “I…um. I…” Spider was obviously finding this hard. But Nick was too upset to care.

“You what?” He grumbled.

“I…er…I think I might be in love with you.” Spider said with a half smile and Nick felt his jaw drop.

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Shirley’s story…

As she grew up, Shirley was always a good little girl but she knew she was different. She liked women. She did have a boyfriend and the sex was okay but secretly she wanted to touch and taste another woman. However, she was the good little girl and hid behind boundaries she built for many years.

The day those boundaries began to crumble started only a few weeks after she began college. The daily routine of getting up, going to school, coming home, studying, going to sleep; had been established. This day was no different.

Already a test, she thinks as she reads the literature book.

“Can you give me a hand?”

The question takes Shirley by surprise and she looks up from her desk. Standing before her is a gorgeous young woman. She has trouble listening because she is so attracted to this person but is able to make out that the girl’s name. Nancy. Her new roommate.

“I’m sorry to just pop in. I knocked and got no answer. I found that the door was unlocked.”

“That’s okay. ” Shirley points to her book. ” When I study, I lose track of my surroundings.”

Shirley stands up.

“Now, let me help you ” she says and follows Nancy out to her vehicle.

As she helps bring up some boxes she begins to hear about Nancy’s life. However, she is lost. She is able to understand that Nancy is a year older than she is and was a good friend with Gina, a fellow student in her chemistry class who recommended Nancy as a fellow roommate, but all she can do is to stare at the woman. Things will be difficult now, she thinks as she wished she could run her fingers through Nancy’s long golden hair.

“So what’s your major?”

Nancy’s question breaks Shirley’s thoughts.

“Um… Business. I’m not sure what I am going to do yet.”

“Who does, ” Nancy lets out a laugh and Shirley joins her.

“Nice laugh, ” says Nancy as she sets down the last box.

“Thanks.”

The evening progresses slowly for Shirley. She finishes her studies but knows that she had not learned a damned thing. All the time she thought of Nancy.

Because of unpacking, Nancy had gotten comfortable. A real baggy t-shirt and very short shorts. From time to time, Nancy would emerge from her room to get a drink and smile. Shirley would smile back, and Nancy would return to her room. Never had Shirley been so turned on by another person. In school she had lost her virginity to a boyfriend who everyone thought was going to be the one she would marry. His cock felt great and she would get turned on by being with him, but THIS is different! She never wanted him like she feels for this person she just met.

The rest of the evening is pretty tame. Nancy left to get something for dinner. She had asked if Shirley wanted to go with her but she was able to back off by saying that she really needed to finish studying. Which was the truth because she still had not learned anything. So, Nancy left and Shirley studied.

She must have dozed off because she was woken up to Nancy’s soft voice.

“Hey, bookworm. Wake up.”

Shirley looks up from the desk.

Nancy was standing gebze escort over her and had changed to her night clothes. It was a long night shirt but she was awake enough to realize that Nancy was not wearing any shorts. What was underneath ,if anything, was only left to Shirley’s imagination.

“Good night, ” says Nancy.

“Night. ” says Shirley as she gathers her book and heads for her room.

Still nothing was learned but she is finding that she doesn’t really care.

Shirley lies in her bed and finds she can’t stop thinking of her new friend sleeping such a short distance away. She pulls down the covers. She has never been comfortable in sleeping in the nude but tonight her panties are so wet that she pulls them off, removes her t-shirt and pulls the covers back over her.

Her hand moves up her naked leg and she is not surprised as to how wet her pussy is. She slowly begins to rub it. Normally her fantasies are pretty tame but tonight is different. As she rubs, she wishes it was Nancy’s hand on her pussy. Playing with it. Rubbing it.

Her other hand finds her breast. Her 36 C’s has always got whistles from boys but she could swear, as she pinches her short nipple, that Nancy was looking at them through the thin t-shirt she was wearing earlier. Nancy was wearing the baggy t-shirt but Shirley could swear that they were much bigger than hers.

Her fingers continue to play with her swollen pussy and she finds herself on fire with these thoughts. She rams one finger in but that still does not help. She shoves a second one in and pinches her nipple even harder. She pulls the covers back down and plays with herself rougher than she ever has.

She moves her hand down and rubs her clit as she reaches into her drawer and pulls out a ten inch dildo a friend gave her as a gag gift. She shoves it between her wet lips into her hot, aching pussy. She wishes that Nancy was doing this to her. She wishes she could ram this fake cock into her new friend.

In and out, in and out… She rubs her pussy harder. “Oh, Nancy… ” she thinks.

Then she comes.

The world explodes as she finds herself enjoying her most powerful orgasm ever. Not even the boyfriend she left back home had done this to her.

As she lies there, she finds that she is not sleepy, as is often the case, but restless. Restless for the young girl down the hall. Restless with the desire to have her pussy looked at by that girl. Restless with the desire to by touched, licked and fucked by her new friend.

Restless with the desire to return the favor.

Thoughts of her new friend fills her mind as she begins to rub herself once more.

“Nancy… ” she moans as she comes again.

She manages another orgasm before she becomes sleepy. As she drifts off to sleep Shirley knows that she is now different. No longer will she be the good little girl. She wants to be bad. She thinks once more of Nancy as she falls asleep not noticing her door slowly opening. Nancy looks at her new roommate and smiles. She picks up the dildo that Shirley left on the bed. She göztepe escort smells Shirley’s scent as she licks the toy and grins. Lying the fake cock by her sleeping friend, she quietly leaves.
Shirley’s story…

As she grew up, Shirley was always a good little girl but she knew she was different. She liked women. She did have a boyfriend and the sex was okay but secretly she wanted to touch and taste another woman. However, she was the good little girl and hid behind boundaries she built for many years.

The day those boundaries began to crumble started only a few weeks after she began college. The daily routine of getting up, going to school, coming home, studying, going to sleep; had been established. This day was no different.

Already a test, she thinks as she reads the literature book.

“Can you give me a hand?”

The question takes Shirley by surprise and she looks up from her desk. Standing before her is a gorgeous young woman. She has trouble listening because she is so attracted to this person but is able to make out that the girl’s name. Nancy. Her new roommate.

“I’m sorry to just pop in. I knocked and got no answer. I found that the door was unlocked.”

“That’s okay. ” Shirley points to her book. ” When I study, I lose track of my surroundings.”

Shirley stands up.

“Now, let me help you ” she says and follows Nancy out to her vehicle.

As she helps bring up some boxes she begins to hear about Nancy’s life. However, she is lost. She is able to understand that Nancy is a year older than she is and was a good friend with Gina, a fellow student in her chemistry class who recommended Nancy as a fellow roommate, but all she can do is to stare at the woman. Things will be difficult now, she thinks as she wished she could run her fingers through Nancy’s long golden hair.

“So what’s your major?”

Nancy’s question breaks Shirley’s thoughts.

“Um… Business. I’m not sure what I am going to do yet.”

“Who does, ” Nancy lets out a laugh and Shirley joins her.

“Nice laugh, ” says Nancy as she sets down the last box.

“Thanks.”

The evening progresses slowly for Shirley. She finishes her studies but knows that she had not learned a damned thing. All the time she thought of Nancy.

Because of unpacking, Nancy had gotten comfortable. A real baggy t-shirt and very short shorts. From time to time, Nancy would emerge from her room to get a drink and smile. Shirley would smile back, and Nancy would return to her room. Never had Shirley been so turned on by another person. In school she had lost her virginity to a boyfriend who everyone thought was going to be the one she would marry. His cock felt great and she would get turned on by being with him, but THIS is different! She never wanted him like she feels for this person she just met.

The rest of the evening is pretty tame. Nancy left to get something for dinner. She had asked if Shirley wanted to go with her but she was able to back off by saying that she really needed to finish studying. Which was the truth because halkalı escort she still had not learned anything. So, Nancy left and Shirley studied.

She must have dozed off because she was woken up to Nancy’s soft voice.

“Hey, bookworm. Wake up.”

Shirley looks up from the desk.

Nancy was standing over her and had changed to her night clothes. It was a long night shirt but she was awake enough to realize that Nancy was not wearing any shorts. What was underneath ,if anything, was only left to Shirley’s imagination.

“Good night, ” says Nancy.

“Night. ” says Shirley as she gathers her book and heads for her room.

Still nothing was learned but she is finding that she doesn’t really care.

Shirley lies in her bed and finds she can’t stop thinking of her new friend sleeping such a short distance away. She pulls down the covers. She has never been comfortable in sleeping in the nude but tonight her panties are so wet that she pulls them off, removes her t-shirt and pulls the covers back over her.

Her hand moves up her naked leg and she is not surprised as to how wet her pussy is. She slowly begins to rub it. Normally her fantasies are pretty tame but tonight is different. As she rubs, she wishes it was Nancy’s hand on her pussy. Playing with it. Rubbing it.

Her other hand finds her breast. Her 36 C’s has always got whistles from boys but she could swear, as she pinches her short nipple, that Nancy was looking at them through the thin t-shirt she was wearing earlier. Nancy was wearing the baggy t-shirt but Shirley could swear that they were much bigger than hers.

Her fingers continue to play with her swollen pussy and she finds herself on fire with these thoughts. She rams one finger in but that still does not help. She shoves a second one in and pinches her nipple even harder. She pulls the covers back down and plays with herself rougher than she ever has.

She moves her hand down and rubs her clit as she reaches into her drawer and pulls out a ten inch dildo a friend gave her as a gag gift. She shoves it between her wet lips into her hot, aching pussy. She wishes that Nancy was doing this to her. She wishes she could ram this fake cock into her new friend.

In and out, in and out… She rubs her pussy harder. “Oh, Nancy… ” she thinks.

Then she comes.

The world explodes as she finds herself enjoying her most powerful orgasm ever. Not even the boyfriend she left back home had done this to her.

As she lies there, she finds that she is not sleepy, as is often the case, but restless. Restless for the young girl down the hall. Restless with the desire to have her pussy looked at by that girl. Restless with the desire to by touched, licked and fucked by her new friend.

Restless with the desire to return the favor.

Thoughts of her new friend fills her mind as she begins to rub herself once more.

“Nancy… ” she moans as she comes again.

She manages another orgasm before she becomes sleepy. As she drifts off to sleep Shirley knows that she is now different. No longer will she be the good little girl. She wants to be bad. She thinks once more of Nancy as she falls asleep not noticing her door slowly opening. Nancy looks at her new roommate and smiles. She picks up the dildo that Shirley left on the bed. She smells Shirley’s scent as she licks the toy and grins. Lying the fake cock by her sleeping friend, she quietly leaves.

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Jim chuckled to himself at the irony. He didn’t dwell on it. But from time to time a circumstance arose, so to speak, that reminded him of the strange twist his life had taken. When most men had admitted to themselves that it was time to see the doc about a prescription, Jim’s libido and physical capability had increased beyond what was expected of an older man. Hell, they were beyond what was expected of a younger man-certainly he’d not been able to keep it up as long in his earlier years. Contemplating how long he had had the erection nestling in his trousers caused Jim to chuckle yet again. Damn, if some hot lady were available, boy, would she be pleasantly pleasured!

A Scotch and water in hand, a steak on the grill, Jim was thinking about his week to come. The wife was away visiting her sister. The Scotch and the steak were verboten when the wife was home. So, the first thing Jim did on the way home from the airport, dropping the wife off to board the plane to Minneapolis, was to buy Scotch and lots of beef. Halleluiah! Real food and real drink!

It had been over a decade since Jim and the wife had had sex. Circumstances beyond either’s control had, in effect, ended the marital bedroom bliss. Various methods had aided Jim over the years to keep from losing his mind. Or other things. That was what was so ironic. He could really be pleasing a woman now, more than ever. Longer than ever. Jim didn’t contemplate leaving-there were the kids and other considerations. But it would be nice to have a source of regular physical release.

Twice a year, Jim met up with Marci, a high school sweetheart, back in his hometown. Even though Jim was retired, the money spent on the motel was well worth it when he met Marci. She still worked-the all-too-often fate of the divorcee. Jim and Marci had not begun their trysts until after he and his wife had stopped having sex. Somehow, some way, at a school reunion, Jim and Marci had discovered a renewed interest in one another. Not that either of them desired a relationship. They didn’t. Marci had work and survival on her mind. Jim was still married. Period.

Although hooking up with Marci was a great physical release those couple of times a year, it wasn’t really enough to satisfy Jim’s emotional needs. In fact, it didn’t satisfy the physical ones nearly enough. She lived too far away for regular sex, and they didn’t really even care for one another on a much deeper level than sex. That’s not to say that they didn’t enjoy one another’s company when they were together-they did. But they didn’t have anything more going for them than decent sex and a mild compatibility.

The rock hard cock inside Jim’s trousers wriggled as he thought of Marci’s ample tits. God, he’d like to be suckin’ those things right now. He could then really stick it to her-for a long time! Damn. Jim turned the steak, thought about getting a refill on the Scotch, thought about relieving his hard on, and then jumped when he heard the front doorbell through the sliding glass door. He slid the door open and traversed the length of the dining and living areas to the front door. He opened it, surprised to see the wife’s cosmetics saleslady. Yeah. That’s right. The ding-dong lady. Jim almost burst into a raucous laugh, but quickly stifled it. She really did ding the doorbell dong.

Jim had always considered Betsy pretty hot. Even better, Betsy knew she was hot. She was a petite thing, but some of her attributes were certainly not petite. Betsy’s breasts were impressive. Firm, high, and round. She wasn’t ashamed to show them off either. Not that they were uncovered all the time, but she frequently wore form-fitting blouses and t-shirts. Jim had once even seen a grade school boy stop dead in his tracks and turn to follow Betsy with his eyes as she sashayed down the sidewalk.

Betsy’s hair was a beautiful chestnut brown, long and shiny. Her brown eyes were accented by a tad too much makeup for Jim’s taste, but they were arresting, nevertheless. Sure, she was more than twenty years younger than Jim, but she had made a few rounds around this little town. Not enough to make her unsavory or anything, but enough that Jim knew she had an itch that needed scratching from time to time.

Betsy was married, but no one had seen the husband in five or six years. No kids either. She worked at a mortgage company in addition to her cosmetics sales job. As Jim’s eyes quickly took in the high heels, short skirt, and form-fitting blouse, he wondered what fuckin’ her would be like. He wasn’t even uncomfortable that the bulge in his pants was quite visible to the woman. In fact, he sort of hoped she’d see it.

“Oh, hello, Jim,” she said following a brief pause after he’d opened the door.

“Hi, Betsy. How are you?”

“Oh, I’m fine. I have your wife’s order here. Is she home?”

“Well, no, Betsy. She’s gone. For at least a week, maybe more. In Minneapolis visiting her sister.”

Betsy looked momentarily confused. She was surprised to hear that Nancy was away. She hadn’t known she wouldn’t be here. business proposal izle She eyed Jim, recalling how she’d always admired the way this man moved. He was absolutely elegant in his carriage. So unusual for such a large man. Betsy felt rather dwarfed in his presence. His piercing blue eyes were always direct and his square-jawed face quick to break into a smile. Suddenly, she remembered how he’d looked at the Fourth of July parade last month–tanned, erect, handsome, gliding along in the parade as if he walked on air. After a few seconds, she seemed to have made up her mind about something, looked down, cleared her throat, looked up, and spoke.

“Well, Jim. I can just come in and leave this order with you. Do you think you can pay me? A check is fine.” She paused, eyed his drink, then continued.

“I have to say though, I was supposed to give your wife a nice foot rub with this new product she ordered. Supposed to make your feet feel soft and refreshed. I guess I’d better demonstrate on you so you’ll be able to show her, huh?”

Jim knew he should be blushing. He knew he should be shutting the door. He knew he should be doing almost anything except what he was doing-contemplating fucking this woman. He also knew that she probably would not be too adverse to following through with his thoughts, especially since she’d offered to give him a foot rub.

“Sure, c’mon in. I’ll just get the checkbook.”

“How ’bout one of those drinks, too, eh, Jim? I could use a stiff one.”

Now Jim really almost choked on the laughter he’d been holding back since the earlier ding-dong thought. Stiff, I guess. I’ll give ya a stiff one, darlin’. He took control of his thoughts and asked Betsy if Scotch was all right to which she replied that it would be perfect.

When he returned to the living room with the checkbook and their drinks, Betsy had kicked off the high heels and positioned herself on the floor in front of the chair that Jim called home. She was removing items from a large canvas bag that had been thrown over her shoulder. As she pulled things out of the bag, a small egg-shaped item partially revealed itself, but Betsy quickly scooped it back inside.

“This your chair, isn’t it, darlin’? I thought you could get comfy and let me go to work on those feet. You walk a lot, don’t ya?” She did not pause long enough for Jim to answer. He didn’t suppose she really wanted an answer anyway. She continued. “I sure didn’t know Nancy was gonna be gone. She didn’t say a thing. Guess she was just too excited about gettin’ outta this heat for a while. Guess it’s cool up there in Minneapolis, huh?”

This time she paused for a breath as she motioned Jim into the chair. He handed her drink down to her before he walked to the front of the chair. Betsy looked up at the giant man towering over her. Her thoughts wouldn’t behave. She certainly didn’t subscribe to the old tale about men’s feet, or noses, or hands being an indication of their cock size. But for goodness sakes, this man’s cock could be less than average and he’d be a great lay because of the body mass pumping it. Whew. Imagine that.

Jim folded down into the chair and placed his drink on the table to his right. When he had fixed Betsy’s drink and freshened his own, he’d also removed the steak from the grill and placed it in the fridge. No beef tonight. Perhaps some other treat would be in store.

“You wanna slip off those boots, sugar, or do you want me to give ’em a pull?”

“Oh, I got ’em,” Jim replied as he reached down, tugging off the boots, first right then left. He tossed them to the side and removed his socks. He wriggled his toes a bit. Betsy gently cupped the bottom of his left foot.

“I’ll start with this one, ok, hon?”

“Sure,” Jim murmured. “Whatever.”

He watched Betsy’s face, suddenly focused on his foot, and realized that she was quite serious about the massage. She removed her hand from his foot and reached over to uncap a bottle and squirt some liquid into one palm. She then rubbed her hands together and began to massage Jim’s left foot. It felt good. Real good. Soon, Jim’s head went back to rest on the chair’s back and he allowed the pleasure of the massage to fill his mind. He barely noticed when Betsy switched to his right foot.

Jim did notice, however, when Betsy’s hand began to move softly up his inner thigh. He didn’t raise his head immediately, thinking he might be daydreaming. Nope. Her hand had just stopped its travel right on top of his hard on. Now his head did come up and he stared at her brown eyes with his blue ones. Neither of them flinched.

“Well,” Betsy said. “I don’t have any particular cream for that appendage, but I could massage it anyway,” she grinned.

“Oh, you could, could you?” Jim asked.

“I sure could. That is, if you’d want me to. I mean, I know you’re married and all. But I also know that things aren’t normal for you either.”

Jim was rather surprised at this statement, a surprise that must have cahil periler izle been reflected in his face because Betsy spoke again.

“Well, you know. You know how people talk. I mean, well, everybody knows that Nancy doesn’t, well, you know, anymore. It’s not like she can help it or anything. I mean, women do talk, you know.” Betsy looked at Jim without blinking, without a trace of embarrassment.

“In fact,” she continued, ” a lot of us have wondered what you do about, well, you know, about sex. I mean, when you get horny. Like now. Whaddya do with that thing?” Betsy smiled warmly at Jim.

“Whaddya think I do?” Jim smiled back.

“Hmmmmm.” Betsy paused and then rose up on her knees, moving closer to Jim’s. Her other hand joined the one resting on Jim’s crotch. “Maybe you do one of my favorite things to watch a man do. Something that makes me really hot.”

“And what would that be, Betsy? What makes you really hot?”

“I like to watch. Like to watch a guy get himself off. It gets me so excited I just can’t stand it!” Betsy really emphasized the word “stand” as she spoke.

“Uh, huh. I see,” Jim murmured. His hands went down to cup Betsy’s. He brought them to his lips and softly kissed them. She crawled up into his lap as he continued kissing her, moving from her hands to her neck to her face. Finally, Jim wrapped his arms tightly around Betsy’s waist and kissed her hard on the lips. Betsy squirmed on Jim’s lap, increasing the bulge still enclosed in the trousers. Betsy shifted her weight back and her hands, which had been wrapped lightly around Jim’s neck, now found their way to Jim’s zipper and freed his cock from the pants and underwear.

“Oooooooooooo,” Betsy giggled. “We better get this thing to bed. It feels like it has fever or something. Plus, it’s so swollen.” This time she stressed the word “swollen.”

Jim shifted his hands to cup Betsy’s ass. Ummm, he thought. Firm. As he stood up, Jim easily and quickly lifted Betsy, who wrapped her legs around his waist, with him. Betsy grabbed her glass as Jim headed through the bedroom door. When he reached the side of the bed, Jim loosened his grip on Betsy’s behind and she slid her legs down to stand before him, reaching over to the bedside table to deposit the cool, perspiring glass. She then reached her arms up to encircle his neck and pull his face down to kiss him. Jim, however, was just too tall to comfortably bend down to Betsy’s height. He eased her down on the bed in a sitting position and sat beside her.

Betsy quickly began to cover Jim’s face and neck in hot little kisses and licks. A moment or two of this and Jim stood to remove his shirt, then his trousers. Betsy, still seated, quickly undid the top few buttons of her blouse and pulled it over her head. Magnificent breasts were visible through a lacy bra. Jim almost gasped. He wanted to suck those nipples. He pulled Betsy up and placed his hands at the hem of her skirt, slowly moving them upward. He felt for the sides of her panties, then pulled them down. God, there wasn’t a half ounce of fabric in the things. Tiny. Meanwhile, Betsy had unfastened the lacy bra and removed it, unleashing the large, rounded breasts.

Betsy’s hands moved to the band of Jim’s underwear and tugged them down. Meanwhile, Jim’s hands swiftly undid the zipper on Betsy’s skirt. She wiggled as he pulled it down. Skirt and underwear on the floor, Jim pushed Betsy down onto the bed, spread her legs, and admired the neatly shaved pussy staring up at him. Ah, what a tasty treat it looked to be!

Jim buried his face between Betsy’s thighs. God, he hadn’t tasted pussy this good in a long time. She was sweet and wet, humping up to his mouth. She tasted of vanilla and womanhood. He wanted to fuck her, hard. But he wanted to taste her, too. She moaned and twisted. When he pulled away a little, she’d push her pussy to follow his mouth. He loved it when she did this, so he did it a lot.

At some point, Betsy started babbling.

“Umm. So goooood. Keep it up. Right there. Yes, right theeeeeeerree. God, I’m hot. Fuck me, Jim. Fuck me.” Betsy began to raise the upper part of her body off the bed to pull Jim up to her. But he had a better idea, an idea born from glancing at the bedside table as he’d raised his head to look at her when she’d begun to talk to him. There it was-cold, shiny, wet. Betsy’s Scotch glass. Jim suddenly determined to cool Betsy down in more ways than one.

As he rose on his knees, Betsy was certain that she would be deliciously impaled any second. But Jim continued his movement until he reached beyond and above her. What was he doing? Oh, getting a drink. Jim repositioned himself, knees straddled around Betsy’s body. He leaned over her and placed his lips on hers, letting her discover that he still held a couple of partially melted ice cubes in his mouth. Then he raised his head, smiling, to look her in the eyes. Suddenly, it dawned on her what were his intentions. She looked at Jim and grinned wickedly.

“Well, sir, exactly cars on the road izle what do you intend to do with that ice?”

“Well,” Jim replied. “You said you were hot, so I thought I’d cool ya down a bit.”

“Ohhhhh. How very thoughtful of you.” Betsy smiled widely.

Jim took Betsy’s left nipple into his mouth and began to suck. The ice cubes circled ’round and ’round the hard protrusion, making it even harder, if possible. The heat of Betsy’s body soon melted what was left of the ice, but her nipple remained quite cold. She shivered, but it wasn’t from being too cold. She proffered her right nipple to Jim, arching her body up to his mouth. He had to retrieve more ice from the glass before he could comply.

When Jim took the right nipple into his mouth, Betsy started talking again.

“That’s it, baby. Cool it down. Suck on it and make it behave. Suck hard.”

As Jim responded to Betsy’s request, his right hand fingers went to her left nipple to pinch it while the other one received the ice treatment. Betsy squirmed. Jim noticed her right hand traveling down to rest between her legs.

“No you don’t,” Jim said, pulling his mouth from Betsy’s stiff nipple. “If that’s hot, I have the ice treatment for that, too.”

“No-ohhhhhhh,” Betsy screamed in mock consternation. “No-ohhhhhhhh. You better not!”

She began to sit up to protect herself, but to no avail. Jim’s left arm easily pushed her back down to the bed and held her there gently. She mildly complained. Jim’s right hand went between Betsy’s thighs, spreading them apart. He used his thumb and forefinger to spread her lips wide. Although the ice was gone, Jim’s tongue was still very cold. He lapped his tongue up Betsy’s slit with a long, slow stroke. She shivered, her body moving side to side as a long moan issued from her mouth. Jim continued to lap for a while, but thought more ice might be called for. As he eased up to reach for the glass, Betsy’s body moved to follow him. He no longer held her down with his left arm. Betsy’s eyes opened as she felt Jim get farther away, but closed again when she determined that he was getting more ice.

Then her eyes flew wide open. He’d left the bed. Oh, god. Surely this wasn’t it. Oh, no.

“Jim, Jim where are you going?” she implored.

“More ice, darlin’. You’re so hot you’ve melted what was in the glass. Gotta get lots more ice for all your hot spots.” Jim chuckled as he moved through the bedroom door and to the kitchen. Betsy had followed his last comment by saying he’d better bring an ice chest ’cause she had lots of hot spots. Yeah. I bet, Jim thought. Meanwhile, his cock was beginning to ache for release. A bit more ice, and then it was time to ride.

When Jim returned with a large insulated mug of ice cubes, Betsy had re-arranged herself on the bed. Her upper torso was propped up on the pillows, her legs spread so widely that each foot neared the edge of the queen-sized bed. What a view, Jim thought.

As he crawled back into bed, Betsy smiled and leaned over to kiss Jim on the cheek.

“Thanks for coolin’ me, Jim. I need it.”

He smiled, removed a large ice cube from the mug and held it to her left nipple. Betsy jumped slightly, involuntarily moving away from the ice attack. Jim cupped Betsy’s shoulder and moved her back. He circled the cube around and around, each circle edging Betsy away from the icy cold. Finally, Jim spoke to Betsy in an authoritarian tone, not seriously, of course, but enough for her to react.

“Betsy, if you don’t stop pulling away from me, I’m going to have to tie you to the bed. Now you know as well as I do that you need a coolin’, and if you don’t be still, I’m gonna hafta take action. Do you understand?”

Betsy understood perfectly. Understood that when Jim said he might have to tie her to the bed that her twat started twitching of its own volition, that is if pussies have volition, and her mind reeled. Oh, god. He wouldn’t, would he? Would he? Did she want him to? Betsy’s brain told her no, but her body yelled yes. Yes, she would. Would like that.

“You wouldn’t tie me up. You wouldn’t do that, would you? Jim? Would you?” Betsy sat up, straining against Jim’s arm.

Jim saw a flicker of hesitation, fear, in Betsy’s eyes. He cupped her chin in his right hand and whispered to her.

“No, not if you don’t want me to.” He paused, then continued. “But if you do want me to, we could sure get ya cooled down.” He grinned at her. Jim didn’t want her to think he was a perv or anything, so he added that he’d make the bindings very loose and that he’d untie her anytime she asked. Betsy stared into Jim’s eyes for a half a minute, then nodded assent.

Betsy couldn’t believe this was happening. She’d always wanted to be tied up. But this was scary. What if she didn’t like it? What if she freaked out? What if, what if, what if, you ninny, she chided herself. You wanna know what it’s like? Then here’s your chance. Shut up and enjoy it.

Jim was moving to his closet. He retrieved four silk ties. Never wore them anymore. Around her limbs would be a much better place for these than his neck, he thought. He reassured Betsy some more, patting her gently as he positioned her arms and legs. Damn, no four-poster bed. Good thing the bed was low to the ground. The ties were going to have to go around the legs of the bed.

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I’m a high school French teacher. I have been for a few years. For quite a few years before that, I was a portrait photographer.

I have photographed literally thousands of teenage girls. And today, I deal with them on a daily basis. Long ago, I got over the fact that they are very sexy and dress very provocatively on a daily basis. When I did portraits, they wanted to be especially sexy. I had to show less than they wanted to show in order to please their parents.

No matter what their hormones are doing to them, they are still kids. No matter how well developed they are physically, they open their mouths to speak and you know they are still kids. They lack the mental maturity to correspond with their physical maturity.

My buddies wonder how I can deal with these sexy, tight-bodied girls every day. Most say they couldn’t do it. They’d get in trouble.

When I was younger, I kept a distance because I wanted to keep my business. As time went on, I began to realize that these sexy girls could easily be my daughters, age-wise. That takes a lot of the appeal away.

As a teacher, I deal with them on an intellectual level. I see that and the maturity level. Those things take away any sexual appeal, no matter how skimpy the outfit.

I have had to ask several girls to put on a jacket to cover the cleavage, or sweat pants because their butt cheeks were hanging out of their shorts. If I can’t bend over your shoulder to help you with your worksheet without seeing your belly button, much less your nipples, you are not dressed appropriately for school.

As a 50-something man, I don’t need the hassle. Cover up!

But I can’t control my dreams. I have awakened many times from a dream of fucking one of my students very hard and having them suck my cock after until I fill their throat. This is wrong, but I have had these dreams since my photographer days. I just dismiss it, since I don’t even have jerk-off fantasies about my students.

–

Last year, I lead my first spring break trip to France. Nothing can captivate foreign language students more than a visit to the country of origin.

For my group, I chose a 14-day trip that comprised three days in Paris and Versailles, three days in the Loire Valley (magnificent castles), three days in Provence (Avignon, Nimes and Marseilles, land of history and art), three days in Nice (the French Rivera), and ending with a final two days again in Paris. It was a small group, just eight students with two additional adults (parents of two of the students). We were two freshmen, three sophomores, two juniors and one senior. The parents were parents of the freshmen.

We had a wonderful experience. In spite of our small group, the timing dictated that we weren’t combined with another group. We had our own guides and busses. We felt like royalty.

The company I had hired to conduct our tour is one of the best in the business. We ate in three-to-four star restaurants and stayed in three-to-four star hotels. My sales rep was a guy of my age, a former teacher. He respected my career change and my enthusiasm for my new profession. He anticipated that I would lead many such groups in my career (and I intended to do so). So, he made sure we were happy.

My kids and parents got a full dose of France. They ate, drank and lived France for almost two weeks. Everyone was happy and tired when we got back to Paris.

Our return visit was designed for students to choose what they wanted to revisit or to explore anew. It was self-directed. Students had to create their own plan and to commit to it.

My rep had set us up in a wonderful four-star hotel, on the right bank of the Seine River with a great view of the Hôtel des Invalides and the Eiffel Tower. My room was on the top floor (the fourth, the highest permitted in Paris). It had large windows and a balcony encompassing the view.

This was day 13, and I was exhausted. I had breakfast with the group and sent them on their chosen projects. I had not signed myself up to accompany any of them just because I wanted some down time. Day 14 was going to be intense, so I wanted to be well rested.

When everyone was gone, I retreated to my suite, stripped off my clothes and crawled between the soft poplin sheets. I intended to sleep a few more hours, have a wonderful lunch, and spend my afternoon in the Petit Palais museum – alone. I would return to being a responsible high school teacher at dinner.

–

I fell into a deep sleep engendered by 13 days of being responsible for 10 people in a foreign country, having to think in two languages simultaneously, and being old enough that hours of walking on cobblestones was sometimes when we touch izle crippling.

I awoke sensing another presence. I had no idea what time it was. Gradually, I realized that a warm body was pressed against mine. It felt good, so I closed my eyes and descended into sleep once again.

When I awoke again, it slowly dawned on me that someone was kissing me – my face, my neck, my ears, my shoulders. It felt wonderful.

When I could open my eyes, I saw Elle. Elle was my senior student on the trip.

She had been with me since freshman year. Then, she was a skinny, gawky girl. Puberty had been good to her. She had developed nice hips and good curves. I never could tell how big her breasts were. Some days they looked small, other days large. I had chalked it up to fashion, and hadn’t thought about it much.

Elle favored tights and short shorts with low cut camisoles with see-through cover ups at school. Winter was tight knit dresses and leggings. I had spent two years trying not to notice.

She had beautiful, long, wavy auburn hair that cascaded over her shoulders. She was obviously a natural redhead, but with only a smattering of freckles. Her skin was pale as is expected, but with a note of warmth underneath, which is not.

As she kissed my neck, I realized that Elle was just as nude as I was. Fashion had made her breasts appear large. They were small and tight, maybe 34″ Bs – just the kind I found the most sexy. Damn!

As she kissed me, she began to stroke her own breasts, letting out small sounds.

As my mind cleared, I realized that I was naked in bed with my senior student, who was naked as well, kissing and caressing me. My erection was growing and her nipples were hard.

This was bad. All I could see was the end of my teaching career.

“Ah, you are awake. That’s nice. I’ve been snuggled up with you for a while. But I am hornier than ever. Now, I want you,” she said.

I was still groggy from sleep. I tried to gather myself. “Elle, this feels so good. You are so beautiful, but we can’t do this. I’m your teacher. If we have sex, I am violating a trust not to abuse my students. We will ruin your life and mine.”

“Non, Monsieur. When I started your French I class, I was so backward. You showed me that I was a valuable person, with a lot to give. When I started to develop physically, you didn’t ever look at me that way, the creepy way Mr. Cramer did. You gave me the courage to become a real person,” she said, “not because I’m sexy, but because I’m a real person. The confidence I have to do all I have done in high school has come from your belief in me.”

“Elle, you are one of my very favorite students, but I try to do that with all of my students.”

“Monsieur, you helped me find in myself what I need to succeed. I want you to help me with one more thing.”

“If I can,” I answered as her fingers trailed over my stomach.

“Our guide told us that the only way to understand the French is to fall in love with a Frenchman. Monsieur, I don’t love a Frenchman, I love you. You are as French as they are.”

“Elle…” I began.

“Non, Monsieur,” she interrupted. “I know I can’t have you forever, we can’t have a ‘happily ever after.’ But my boyfriend wants to have sex, and I probably will when I get back. But he is just a kid. I don’t want to give my virginity to him in the back of a car on some country road in Jackson County, Illinois.”

“Elle…” I began to protest (although it was getting harder, as her hand was now around my cock).

“Monsieur!” she almost shouted. “I turned 18 last month, so this isn’t a crime. I want to share my virginity with a man I respect, admire and deeply love. I want to do it in a luxurious room with a view of the Eiffel Tower. Please help me make it special. I can’t imagine a better way to become a woman.”

I’m a total idiot. At the risk of my career, I made love with Elle.

I kissed her softly and deeply. I kissed her neck as she had kissed mine. I told her, “Good love making is a partnership. Each of you should derive a great satisfaction from the sharing,” I said as I stroked those perfect, small tits. “If he just cums as soon as anything happens, he is a lout, a kid, or an asshole.”

I kissed those small breasts and sucked the nipples hard until she started to moan. Then I worked my way down her tight, slender body. I licked her belly-button, poking my tongue into it. I kissed and licked her hip bones and as much soft skin as I could find.

Finally, I descended on her pussy. I started with her clit and worked it as hard as I could. She had a special forces worlds toughest test izle hand firmly around my cock, jacking it intermittently as she got horny.

I said, “You don’t have to pay attention to my cock right now. Just enjoy what is happening to you.”

“The harder your cock gets, the hornier I get,” she replied.

I lay so she could access my cock as much as she wanted, but I started to suck and lick her pussy as much as I could. I gave her tongue tips and flicks on her clit and plunged my tongue up her cunt as hard as I could. I think she liked it. She came about three times.

“I need you to fuck me now, Monsieur. This is perfect.”

I pushed the head of my raging hard cock at the parting of her pussy lips. Moistly, they spread for my hard dick.

“Elle, I can stop now.” I wasn’t sure I could, with my cock wet inside her pussy lips, but I felt I should offer.

“Monsieur, please fuck me hard right now. Fill my gaping pussy with your hard cock. Make my dream come true. Foutrez-moi! Maintenant!”

As I entered her pussy, she spread her lips and said, “Go slow, I want to watch myself give my virginity to my French lover. Push your cock in hard, but slow.”

Her pussy was shaved bald except for a neatly trimmed strip leading to her clit. I pushed into her slowly. She spread her knees wide, reached down and parted her pussy lips, and leaned forward to see.

We watched as my cock eased into her pussy. She was incredibly tight, as one would expect. I went slowly so as to go as deep as I could without causing pain.

She let out a gasp and I stopped. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, you are just a lot bigger than the dildo I have been using. Go ahead and give me all of you.”

So I went in until my balls were against her. “Hmmm…” she said. I pulled back and went in again. Slowly, we picked up our pace. She started to pinch my nipples as we ramped up our fucking. Our speed increased and her cunt loosened to accept my cock as it got harder and she got more excited.

Elle grabbed my ass and pushed my hips against hers, faster and faster. She pulled me against her and dug her nails into my back. I was pounding her hard and fast when she came. I could feel her pussy begin to throb on my dick as I slowed.

She wrapped her legs around me and pulled my hard cock into her tight as she writhed and moaned. I was sure my back was bleeding.

Her breathing slowed and her body relaxed. She wiped the sweat from her brow.

After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and looked into my face. “Ohmigod, you are still hard. You didn’t cum.”

“Control is one of the few advantages of age. Besides, I didn’t want to be done yet,” I replied.

“Wow! Will you take that hard cock and fuck me from behind? You know, dog-style? I’ve always heard that the guy’s dick goes deeper into your pussy that way. I can’t imagine anything deeper, but I want to try. Want to?”

At this point, I had already fucked my student and possibly my career, so why not? My cock was hard as I rolled her over.

She had never done this before, but I guess instincts just take over. She shoved her ass up in the air and buried her shoulders in the pillow. I knelt behind.

Her pussy was actually swollen and dripping. I had never seen that before. I guess a woman had never wanted me that much before.

I didn’t even have to guide my cock. It stood out straight and her pussy was open. I just slipped it into her waiting slit and proceeded to pound at high speed from the outset.

She screamed at first and I almost stopped. Then she cried, “That feels fucking great! Pound that fucker home! Migod, I feel you so far up in me! Fuck me, fuck me!” She played with her clit as I pounded in and out of her demanding twat.

I grabbed her sweet ass cheeks, so soft and smooth and parted them to get as deep into her pussy as I could. She began to cum again. I was close, too. But I began to breathe deep and relax as she squirmed and wiggled through her orgasm.

She collapsed flat on her tummy when her orgasm subsided. I lay on her back, my still-hard cock just slightly inside her pussy lips.

Eventually, she came to herself. She reached down between her legs to massage her pussy and found my hard cock head just parting her still wet lips.

“Migod, you are still hard! Don’t you ever cum?”

“I wanted to show you my favorite position, fuck you hard that way, and explode inside your pussy,” I responded.

“Fuck me more, any way you want. I can’t wait!” she said.

I rolled her onto her side and mounted her hoffman family gold izle lower leg. The top leg, I pushed up high. Her wet, dripping pussy was wide open. “This way, I can get deep inside you and still play with your tits. I’m short enough, I can suck your nipples while I fuck you really deep.”

“That sounds perfect!” she said as I slid my cock into her. I began slowly, kissing her on the lips, before moving down to suck her nipples. She began to moan immediately. After a few minutes of pounding her cunt and sucking her tits, I just grabbed onto those small orbs and fucked her as hard and fast as I could.

She put her hands on mine, rocked her pelvis against mine and began the moans and throbs of another orgasm. That is when I gave in and shot my jizz deep into her. As I shot more and more into her, she screamed and moaned. I bucked hard and squeezed her wonderful tiny tits as the last of my cum dribbled into her sweet cooze.

As our orgasms subsided, we collapsed into a sweaty, naked heap together.

Our arms were around one another, our bodies entwined, mutual moisture spreading. Eventually, she looked up at me and smiled.

“I guess it would be redundant to say that I have never been fucked like that before. But I can’t imagine being fucked like that ever again. I can hope, but I can’t imagine…”

“Elle, I’ve had lovers over the years. But I’ve never had a lover so responsive, so intuitive, so absolutely in synch with me. I guess I’ve never been fucked like that before, either,” I answered.

We held each other for a long time, bodies entwined. We kissed softly. We dozed.

Sometime after noon, we woke together. Elle kissed my face and stroked my hair, even as our bodies still clung to one another. I massaged her back, her buttocks, her shoulders.

She smiled at me. “Do we have time to do it again?”

“Yes,” I answered. “Just remember, we spent the afternoon at the Petit Palais.”

“I already know what was showing there. I can talk about it. In the meantime, I want to suck your cock. Then I want to be on top, OK?”

“I can go with that,” I answered as I admired her slim, wonderful body and her firm small tits. “Do with me what you will.”

“Mmmm…” was her only response as she took my hardening cock into her mouth.

–

As the church bells chimed six, we awoke, once again intertwined and moist.

She looked deeply into my eyes. “We can’t ever tell anyone about this, can we?”

“No, we can’t.”

“And we can’t do it again, can we?”

“No, we can’t”

“That’s OK, we’ll always have Paris.”

–

After we returned, I worried that my life and career would end before the semester was up. What teenage girl could be expected to keep the secret that she had fucked her French teacher in Paris?

But there were no rumors, no whispers. Elle continued to date her boyfriend. The only changes in the classroom were the positive benefits of having a group of kids having an international experience.

I began to relax.

A few weeks before graduation, Elle stopped in my classroom during my prep period. Everything had been normal student/teacher since we had been back. No personal contact, just regular curriculum.

I must have acted tense, because Elle said, “It’s OK, Monsieur, relax. I just wanted to tell you something I could never tell anyone else. I decided to go ahead and have sex with my boyfriend last weekend. It didn’t go well.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, thinking back to how amazing Paris had been.

“It was in the back of a car, like I thought it would be. We didn’t even take all our clothes off. When I reached down to touch him to guide him into me, he just jizzed all over me. He didn’t try to kiss or lick me or anything. He just grinned like he had done something. He didn’t even get inside me. For god’s sake, at least I deserved a cock up the cunt. But he left me hanging.

“I was horny and wet and ready, and he thought he was done. I wiped off with tissues and told him to take me home. He knew I was mad, but didn’t understand why. I broke up with him yesterday.”

“Elle, give him a break. He’s young and doesn’t know anything. He’ll get there.”

“No, I’m done. If a man can’t treat me like you did, I don’t want him.”

“Elle, age brings experience. A young buck can bring a power I can’t. You might like that. Give it time.”

“Okay, Monsieur. But if I don’t find a young buck to do to me what I want by my senior year of college, can we do it again?”

“By then, I’ll be almost 60. You won’t want anything to do with me, but OK. It’s a deal.” I reached out my hand to seal the deal.

But Elle climbed into my chair, straddled me and pushed her pussy up against my now-hard dick and said, “Deal.”

She climbed off and not another word or insinuation was made the rest of the year.

Elle graduated as salutatorian of her class, gave a speech at the ceremony, thanked me for our experiences abroad and some of her other teachers, and went off to college – she took her junior year at the Sorbonne.

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It was the first time we attended one of the resort’s dances and we planned our costumes for maximum effect.

Michelle wore a very short plaid skirt, a white cotton blouse that buttoned up the front and had long tails to allow it to be tied under her breasts, tiny ruffled socks and school girl heels. Her hair was in two pigtails with a ribbon bowed around each one. No underwear.

I wore a long chefs apron emblazoned with the slogan “Will cook for sex”, a big puffy chefs hat and flipflops. Nothing else.

We sat in tall swivel captains chairs at the bar and did a lot of people watching. The costumes ranged from full cover ups to a man wearing only a cowboy hat and boots with a holster around his waist.

As the booze started to flow and the music started couples began to dance. Following a few beers and several dances I suggested that Michelle retie her blouse under her tits. She readily complied and as she sat in the chair she hooked her heels on the cross bar of the chair causing her skirt to ride up and when her legs relaxed her knees fall apart. There she sat with her tits on display and given the height of the chair her pussy was in plain sight of anyone passing by.

Several guys were paying close attention to her charms and when a particularly well built bare chested young man wearing an Indian loin cloth asked her to dance she glanced at me with a little smile. I shrugged and nodded my head suggesting she go for it and enjoy. They stayed out on the floor for a couple of dances and then a slow dance started. She quickly looked my way and once again I just shrugged.

When the song ended she rejoined me with the man in tow. She was flushed and his loin cloth was making a little teepee. We introduced each other as Mike (me) and him as Craig. As Michelle hopped up on the chair her pussy winked at us and it glistened suggesting that more than her chest was warm. Craig thanked Michelle for the dance and when we didn’t suggest that he join us for a beer he wandered off the glory izle through the crowd.

Michelle leaned close and told me how turned on she was after dancing bare chest to chest with Craig and feeling his dick getting hard as it pressed against her. I told her to look down at my apron and said she wasn’t the only one turned on.

We had a beer, watched the other partiers and danced to a few songs. My apron prevented us from dancing bare chest to chest and I noticed Michelle’s gaze often seemed to be searching the crowd. I knew immediately that she was interested in more dances with Craig. When we returned to the bar she saw him sitting at a table with a few people but there didn’t seem to be anyone special with him. I told Michelle to go over and bend at the waist and ask him if he wanted to dance again. With her tits out and her ass exposed as she bent over, Craig quickly excused himself from the table and took Michelle out on the dance floor. During the fast dances Craig twirled Michelle causing her skirt to flair up and her tits to bounce. He always spun her into his arms and his hands were busy squeezing where ever they happened to land. During the slow dances I could see her hand dip below his loin cloth and one time she brought her finger to her mouth and sucked something off of it. Her nipples were rock hard and pointed as she rubbed them across Craig’s chest.

After about 10 minutes of dancing they walked over to me and Michelle said she had to get some air and could we go outside and sit by the pool for a while. I grabbed our beers and we headed out the side door to the dark pool area under the ramada. It took me a moment to realize that Craig had followed us outside.

After a few minutes of cooling off it felt a little chilly but we were reluctant to go back into the dance hall. We could still hear the music and Craig asked Michelle if she felt like another dance out there. Michelle murmured that perhaps that would warm her up a bit. Craig the heartthrob tv changed he didnt izle pulled her to her feet and pulling her close start to sway with the music not dancing so much as rocking back and forth. Her tits were pressed against his chest and their groins were hard wired to each others movements. Michelle’s hands slid down to hold his tight ass cheeks and Craig’s hands were doing the same to her.

Her head rested on his chest and when she turned to smile at me she whispered so that both of us could hear that she wanted to touch and taste his dick. Craig looked at me and I gestured that he should stand on one side of the lounge chair while Michelle sat facing him with her legs spread so he could stand between them and I would stand behind her on the other side of the chair blocking the view of anyone who might wander out of the dance hall.

Michelle hiked up her skirt so Craig could look down and see her wet pussy between the valley of her tits and reached out and lifted his loin cloth to reveal a very hard and dripping dick. It wasn’t a monster but it looked cut and nice sized and clean shaven. His balls were tight as Michelle cupped them with one hand while wrapping her other hand around his shaft. She stroked his hard dick gently and played with his balls getting the feel of it and how he responded to her touch.

Pulling him closer she leaned forward and with the tip of her tongue she licked the precum off the end of his dick. He shuddered which lead her to pull him close again and opened her mouth to take in the head of his dick. Closing her lips tight around the head she moved her hand to stroke him and abandoned his balls to reached around to squeeze his ass and hold him in her mouth.

They both let out a little moan as he started a gentle rocking motion that matched her strokes. I knew that she was flicking her tongue all around the head of his cock and pressing the tip of the last hour izle her tongue into his pee hole. I leaned forward to get a closer view of his dick in her mouth and cupped her tits and played with her nipples.

Michelle started grinding her ass into the cushion and rocking back and forth. Their breathing was getting ragged and Craig started grunting and jerking and I knew he was about to cum.

All of a sudden he tensed and gave a shake and Michelle pulled her mouth off his cock catching a large spurt of his cum in her mouth and on her lips and them directed the next spurts across her tits and chest. She continued to stroke him and again played with his balls and then she licked along his entire shaft and balls almost causing his knees to buckle. Finally he stopped cumming and Michelle released his balls to rub his cum into her tits and skin. It had dripped on her blouse and her tits were shiny with it but she wasn’t through with him. She motioned me closer so she could lean back into me, spread her legs and told Craig that he should lick her very wet pussy. He knelt between her legs and placed his mouth over her pussy and started licking her clit and pussy.

I lifted my apron and rested my very hard dick on her shoulder while squeezing her cum covered tits and nipples. I could see the top of his head as he buried his face in her pussy making slurping sounds. She ground her hips into his face and asked if I liked seeing her suck a strange cock. Answering that I loved it she turned her head and licked the head of my cock as she started to shake and hump harder. She was close and grasped Craig’s head in both hands and pulled it tight against her sex as she spasmed in orgasmic delight.

After several minutes during which we all collected ourselves Michelle said she wanted another beer and needed to pick up our towels. I was surprised that she wanted to return to the dance because there was evidence of what we had be up to but she didn’t care and wanted people to know what a slut she had been with her young stud. Some folks grinned and smiled and some didn’t notice a thing and after a beer she thanked Craig telling him that perhaps she would see him at another dance and told me to take her back to the room and fuck her until I filled her cunt with my cum.

It was a Halloween to remember. We can’t wait until next year.

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The shop was rather tidy, considering the amount of business we had. Working an afternoon with Jess was always good. Busy or not, things got done, the place stayed clean and most importantly, Jess always had something to say. Considering we had periods of silence in the shop where absolutely nothing happened, having something to say is an important thing.

An elderly woman wandered into the shop at about 5:30, as I stepped forward to serve her, Jess cut in front. She was impatient like that. I stepped back and noticed she was wearing jeans today. I don’t know what it is about when she wears jeans, but it seems to highlight her round arse. The rise and fall of the left cheek as she stepped off her right foot, and the rise and fall of her right cheek as she stepped off her left. I could’ve watched that arse all day, but I had cleaning to do. Dear reader, don’t ask me why it took me all day to notice, I believe it was because I respected her as a person.

Fifteen minutes later, the door closed and locked, then we were alone in the store. Jess pulled the cash register, and I started on the shelves. She counted faster than usual, either that or I had more to fix up than usual, but either way, she ended up sitting on a bench while I worked and we talked.

“So, my Uni course starts again tomorrow,” she put forward.

“Really, still in Visual Design?” I queried.

“Yeah, I love it,” she giggled back. I glanced over at her and noticed the top three buttons on her shirt had come undone. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto mine and I saw a naughty glow in the corner of them.

“Another Flash Movie?” I asked, trying to get focused on my work again. Part of me could feel her eyes roaming my body the second the eye contact was gone.

“No, I make those for fun,” she replied, still using that hint of laughter in her voice that sounded strangely sadakat izle sweet. “This one is just a web design project.”

“Oh, okay then. What’s your inspiration for this one?”

“Tom, it’s got another three weeks on it, I’ve got some inspiration, but it’s not for another uni project,” Jess said discreetly. I looked over again and half the buttons on her shirt were undone. The blue fabric of her bra was poking over the top of her shirt.

Needless to say, my gaze became fixed on her blue bra. Another two buttons came undone while I was looking, showing off the shape of her breasts behind the blue holders.

“Jess, I don’t think you want to be doing that,” I said reluctantly. She noted my reluctance for her to stop by walking closer to me. I hadn’t noticed just how big her breasts were before, they had to be at least an E Cup. She was the perfect shade of pale too.

Jess stopped just in front of me, gave me a cheeky look, with fire in her eyes. She looked at me, with that same fire, and said, “Trust me, Tom. I think I do.”

I stepped to her, tilted her chin upwards, and gently kissed her lips. She put her hands around my neck, and pulled me down, using her tongue to pry my lips apart and I began stroking her tongue with mine. Eventually, she pulled away from me slightly, so I finished unbuttoning her shirt and removed it. In her blue bra, and blue denim jeans, Jess put her hands on her hips and looked me over. She noted a bulge at my crotch level and smiled.

“Of course, we can stop now, if you want,” she stated with a smile. I went to step towards her and she continued, “I probably should mention one thing,” she added with a smile as I stood squarely in front of her. “I can deepthroat.”

At this point, I truly lost it. I grabbed her face and pulled her to me, kissing her with forceful passion. sadece arkadaşız izle While we kissed, she fumbled my belt. She pulled away momentarily, and unbuckled my belt. Jess looked back up at me and kissed me while she snaked her hand to my erection and playing with my crown. The feeling was intense, it was a strong feeling of anticipation.

I pulled her away slightly, and her hand left my pants. I unfastened her bra and released her massive orbs. Her bra hit the ground shortly before I started nibbling her neck. Jess began to moan slightly, and I nibbled my way down her neck to her shoulder. My hands ran up from her hips to her breasts and I began pinching and squeezing and teasing her nipples, causing her moans to get more frequent, but nothing louder. I worked my way so that I was nibbling her nipple, and flicking it with my tongue.

After two or three minutes, I moved to the other one, which she could only take a few minutes of before begging me to stop teasing her. Doing as she asked, I stepped back. Jess turned away for a second as her phone rang. She answered and I decided to have some more fun. I walked up behind her and ran my hand down her pants.

I could feel her warmth radiating through her underwear and I started stroking that slit. Her breath was catching and she but her lip often. I wasn’t paying attention to what she was saying, but I wanted a bigger reaction, so I slipped my finger into her underwear And started stroking her slit again, feeling her soft skin and her juices getting my finger wet.

She started twitching at this point, but didn’t make any noise, just biting her lip and nodding. Not quite satisfied, I slid my finger into her slit and started teasing her clitoris, at which point an “Oh!” escaped her mouth before she hung up the phone.

“Arsehole!” she called şahmaran izle me before allowing herself to fully feel what I was doing. When I felt she was on the verge, I slid my finger lower, to tease her entrance, almost making her moan loud enough to be heard by the neighbours.

“Tom! Fuck you!” she gasped at me.

“Hey, you started it,” I retorted quickly.

“I need you… Please… I need you inside of me.”

I pulled my hand out of her jeans and pulled them down, revealing her Jack Skellington briefs. Jess always loved her Tim Burton. I slid her underwear down too and she stepped out of them and turned around.

Jess was beautiful with clothes on. Now she was naked in front of me, her pink nipples hard, her groin shaved bare, save for a small patch at the top of her pubis. “Tom, I want you to fuck me, now.”

She then proceeded to turn around and get on all fours, her lips spreading enough for me to see her dark pink skin on the inside of her vagina. I undid my pans and slid my head in, at which point she bucked and so I slid the full seven and a half inch rod into her.

Jess moaned louder than I’d heard yet as my crown tapped her cervix. I pulled the whole thing out just to ram it back in, causing Jess to clench around my cock as she moaned her orgasm. I was nowhere near done, so as her orgasm was around the middle point, I began pounding away, making her almost scream. Jess bit her arm as the pleasure built up. It wasn’t long before she came again, this time squeezing my cock tighter than it had ever been squeezed, and I wasn’t going to last much more. I fucked her until her orgasm subsided, then I told her, “I’m close.”

At hearing this, she pulled herself off my cock and stuck it in her mouth, all of it. After two female orgasms and getting forced down her throat, I couldn’t hold on any more.

Jess milked my cock for everything I had. We sat down on the cold floor together, and Jess said, “This won’t… affect our jobs…”

“No. It was just something that happened.”

“Okay, was it a one time thing?”

“Hell no.”

Jess giggled and pushed me down and kissed me one last time.

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It was Friday night and the club I worked in was very busy. I work there on weekends as a bouncer. Not much goes on there but it pays well and watching the women on the dance floor was a bonus I always enjoy. Being near campus made it a prime spot for the students to blow off steam.

Anyway, it was Friday night and I had managed not to pull door duty, which I hate because all the action is on the dance floor. I stood by the floor and watched, keeping my eyes open for inappropriate behavior. That’s when my eyes fell on a gorgeous redhead. She was dancing with what I assumed was a group of her friends. She had shoulder length hair and beautiful green eyes. She had small breasts and a very curvy set of hips. She was wearing a very short skirt, which showed off a wonderful set of legs, muscular yet feminine.

I watched her for hours and she never seemed to get tired and since nothing was happening I kept myself entertained. I watched as guy after guy approached her and I assumed asked her to dance and was summarily dismissed. With a skirt like she was wearing and looks like that I figured guys were what brought her here. Evidently I was wrong, which intrigued me to no end.

She stayed until closing and left as I closed the doors. That’s when I made eye contact and her smile made my stomach tickle. That feeling made me feel like the biggest loser. I’m a fairly good-looking guy and am in very good shape so a smile from a lady wasn’t uncommon. This smile was different, warm, sweet and innocent. The kind of smile that would make your mind blur and cause you to think with something other than your head.

Just a few minutes later I was out the door and on the way to my truck. That’s when I heard a heated argument. I jogged around the corner of the building and there she was, arguing very excitedly with one of the guys she had turned down earlier. He called her a tease and a bitch, not very nice. Then he hit her with the back of his hand. In two long strides I grabbed him and twirled him around. He immediately swung at me. I easily step out of the way and knocked him out cold with one solid shot to the jaw. As he fell I turned to the gorgeous redhead.

“Are you alright, miss?”

“I think so,” she said.

“That looks pretty nasty,” I said as I looked at her cheek.

“I’m okay,” she told me, “thank you.”

“No problem, let me call the police real quick and I’ll stay out here with ya until they get here.”

“You don’t have to call them, I’d rather just forget this all happened.” She said meekly. “Well at least let me drive you home.”

“I appreciate the offer, but my car is over here.” She motioned over to a little red Miata.

“Well have a great rest of the night miss.” And I turned to walk away.

“Tisha…”

“What?” I asked.

She smiled and said, “My name…it’s Tisha.”

I returned her smile, “I’m Jay…wish we had met under different circumstances.”

As I walked to my truck I heard the little whine of her Miata drive away. I thought about her the rest of the night, to the point of only getting 3 hours sleep. It has always amazed me that women can have such a strong effect on guys. At least it amazed me until this redhead happened to me.

When I got to work on Saturday night Tisha was already there and dancing. I had to trade so I could get floor duty, but I got it and spent the night watching her. vampire academy izle She knew it too, because she made eye contact on and off all night. I was completely entranced. A huge fight could of broke out right in front of me and I would’ve never noticed. Needless to say my hormones were raging before the night was over.

About ten minutes until I usually locked the doors, she approached me. She had a little grin on her face and her green eyes were twinkling. Immediately I suspected something was up. She had a slight bruise from the blow the night before, but even that didn’t detract from her beauty.

“Hi jay,” she said.

“Well hello.”

“Are you doing anything after you leave?” Tisha asked.

“Probably not.”

“Well in that case I’d like for you to go have a cup of coffee with me or something,” her eyes twinkled, “to pay you back for saving me last night.”

“You don’t have to pay me back,” I said, “but I would love to.”

“Then I’ll meet you at your truck.”

As she walked out the door I couldn’t help but stare at that flawless ass. Since she was twisting it a bit more I figured that she knew I was watching. I shook my head and locked the door. A few moments later I was walking to my truck and there she was leaning against it. I couldn’t help but admire all of her.

As we drove we chatted a little about nothing and she guided me through the streets until we pulled up to an apartment building with her Miata setting in front of it. Since I didn’t see a coffee shop around I knew something was up. Of course I didn’t mind. Being anywhere with this red headed goddess was fine with me.

“You know this doesn’t look much like a coffee shop,” I said with a twinkle.

“I didn’t say anything about a coffee shop,” she offered innocently, “just coffee.”

“Well I believe you got me there,” I said in the middle of a laugh.

“Follow me.”

“No problem there.”

We went up a flight of stairs and up to a door, which Tisha unlocked. As I followed her in I made a once over of the room. Very nicely furnished but small, very much the perfect apartment for a college student. She told me to make myself comfortable and she would make some coffee. I sat down and waited patiently. Soon the smell of coffee filled the apartment. Then she appeared with two cups of coffee and offered me one.

“Thanks.”

“It’s the least I could do,” she said with a warm smile.

She sat down right next to me and we talked for a couple of hours. I found out she was a second year student at the local university. She was majoring in business management. I even found that attractive. This woman was amazing, intelligent and funny but above all flirty. She excused herself and changed into shorts and a short shirt. She came back and plopped on the couch facing me sitting Indian style. Every time she moved or twisted her short rode up a little higher. This was getting to me quickly and my jeans where getting really uncomfortable. Then all of a sudden she leaned forward and motioned for me to come to her.

“It looks like you are enjoying my shorts,” she whispered in my ear.

“Umm…yeah…actually I am very much,” which was about all I could say.

“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” she asked still whispering.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I tilted my head and kissed velma izle her softly on the lips. As I started to pull away she started to crawl down the couch and never let my lips leave hers. When I could no longer move back she pushed her body up against mine and deepened the kiss. My mind was gone then, all I could think about was the soft velvety feeling of her mouth and the small swell of her breasts against my chest.

She broke the kiss all of a sudden and looked me straight in the eyes, grabbed my hand and gently placed it on her breast. When I began to massage and knead it her eyes closed and she started breathing a little faster. I moved my lips to her neck and kissed it softly, which brought a moan from her. I could feel her stiff nipples against my palm. I moved my hand down and slipped it up her shirt and onto her bare breast. They were relatively small but soft and the contact made my jeans even less comfortable.

“You have quite a problem there,” she whispered as I kissed her neck.

She then moved her hand to softly caress my now very hard cock. Now it was my turn to make noise. I groaned slightly. She rubbed up and down the length gently a few times and then moved her hand to push my shirt up and then she kissed my chest. As she kissed I pulled her shirt up and she raised her arms so I could pull it off. Tisha looked so heavenly sitting there topless. I couldn’t help but look for a few moments. The next thing I knew I was leaning forward and kissing her tits. Gently I took one and then the other into my mouth. She moaned again and began to pull me with her as she leaned back on the couch.

“Jay, that feels so good.”

My hand slid up her leg and rubbed her through her thin shorts. She pushed her hips against my hand and moaned. It felt like she was on fire underneath those shorts. I kept rubbing and she started rocking her hips. All of a sudden I felt like my life depended on having what was in those shorts, so I grabbed the waist of her shorts and started to pull them down. She raised her butt slightly so I could pull them off. When I had them off and looked up I saw the most perfect pussy I had ever seen, copper colored hair and puffy little lips. The sight put my already screaming hormones into overdrive. I couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her already wet lips. She jumped and whimpered as I began running the tip of my tongue up between her lips and gently brushed her clit. She tasted so good, so I buried my tongue in her all of a sudden. Tisha moaned loudly and pushed her soaked pussy into my face which gave me access even deeper into her crevice. Suddenly she pushed me away from her and quickly unbuttoned my jeans and jerked them so I had to raise my hips to let her pull them all the way off. The look on her face would have been funny if I wasn’t so turned on, it was almost awe. I’m only a little over 7 inches, but my dick is at least 3 and1/2 inches wide. Tisha lightly brushed her fingers down the length of my shaft and then gently wrapped her hand around it.

“You look like you’ve never seen one of those before.”

“It’s so wide…I’ve never seen one nearly that wide.”

Tisha started to glide her hand up my cock and then back down, staring the whole time mesmerized. She started leaning forward and kissed the tip, then started circling it with her tongue. It was my turn to groan, she was vikings valhalla izle teasing me so bad it almost hurt. Without warning she took as much of my cock into her mouth as she could and I thought I was gonna cum right then, but she backed off like she sensed it. The red headed beauty looked up and smiled at me before she took my dick back into her mouth and began sucking and moving her mouth up and down the length of my rock hard erection. It only took a few minutes of her warm velvety mouth to make the semen boil in my balls.

“Tisha…I’m…gonna…cum…really…soon.”

All this did was cause her to start sucking faster and move her hand up and down my shaft. The cum immediately began rushing up my cock and all of a sudden started squirting my load into her waiting mouth. Tisha swallowed all of it and milked out anything she thought might still be there. She grinned at me like a wolf and slid up the couch toward me pushing me on my back. Watching her straddle my waist was wonderful. When her soaking wet lips touched my dick it almost immediately began to get hard again and after a few minutes of her rubbing her pussy against my cock it was back to life. Tisha raised up and looked at me as she took her hand and guided me to her entrance.

“I bet that’s what you want isn’t it jay?”

“Yes…I want to feel you…I want to be inside you.”

She let the head slip in just a bit and closed her eyes. I thrust my hips up a little to push some more of my length into her and received a whimper for my efforts. She could only manage to get a little in at a time because of my width, which made to going agonizing. Suddenly Tisha pushed down as hard as she could and took all of me inside of her. She waited for a second to get used to the size and pant a little. I felt her start to squeeze her vaginal muscles and milk my cock. It felt amazing her pussy gripping and releasing me. Tisha began to slide up my cock and slowly back down. We continued at this slow pace for what seemed like an hour both of us enjoying the phenomenal feeling. Then all of a sudden she raised up and I slipped out of her.

“Come on big guy…” she said as laid back on the couch.

I crawled up over her and smiled down at those lust filled green eyes. Then it hit me, I was in control. I inched the head of my cock to her pussy and just touched it lightly. She moaned and looked at me pouting slightly. About an inch in I stopped again. Tisha then mouthed the word “please”. That did it for me and I plunged in all the way drawing a yelp from her. She grabbed two handfuls of my ass and squeezed, I started thrusting deep. Tisha pulled me to her on every down stroke. I increased the pace to a thundering pace, the sound of my hips hitting her ass echoed off of the walls. All of a sudden I felt Tisha’s nails dig into my ass and she screamed well into an incredible orgasm. I lost it there and started fucking her for all I was worth and before she came down from that intense orgasm I started unloading what felt like the biggest load of cum ever into her velvety insides.

After about ten minutes of panting and catching our breaths she opened her eyes and smiled at me. I will always remember that satisfied look in her eyes. The only thing I remember thinking was that I wanted to take care of her the rest of my life. We fell asleep a few minutes later and when I woke she was playing with my hair and grinning.

“I hope this won’t be the last I see of you Jay.”

“I was thinking before I fell asleep that maybe we could make this a regular thing…well except for the saving you from anyone but me part…” I chuckled as I spoke.

“I’m serious…”

“Tisha, I’ll be your protector forever If you want.”

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